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Where is it gone?
It stood here a breath ago,
by micol
20 lines, 1 comment,
on Sep 2 9:41 PM
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Leafless September canes soaked in Mason jars rinsed squeaky clean with the garden hose;
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I WANDER THE COSMOS, INVENTING IT
by micol
43 lines, 4 comments,
on Aug 6 10:16 PM
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Words grow hauntingly, Roll half-tauntingly from the mind
by micol
25 lines, 9 comments,
on Aug 6 11:26 AM
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clean red butterfly—
by micol
3 lines, 10 comments,
on Aug 3 3:15 PM
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haunts me even now—ghostly chords that reach
beyond three decades (almost four)
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Twilight at Grandpa's--the sun had gone down,
We children all eased in pajamas for bed;
by micol
19 lines, 8 comments,
on Jul 24 7:03 PM
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After the storm thrummed hot streets
So hard it raised frail, two-foot mists,
by micol
8 lines, 9 comments,
on Jul 23 8:22 PM
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In August, when banked roadside roses bloom,
Pale yellow moons in glossy emerald leaves;
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Batiste and Widor on the console--
Gentle melodies haunt
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Stretched into diagonals
Superimposing darkness
by micol
15 lines, 2 comments,
on Jul 5 6:29 PM
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With summer comes the triple-digit heat,
Its stultifying swell of mercury
by micol
22 lines, 5 comments,
on Jul 1 10:30 PM
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The road, still roughly graveled, drops the length
Of a strong man’s throw, angles down between
by micol
35 lines, 8 comments,
on Jul 1 6:09 PM
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A slightly unconfident panther
Had pretensions to being a danther;
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It was only a small cocoon—or more
accurately, a chrysalis—gleaned
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Sandstone arcs,
Round on round – head-high –
by micol
17 lines, 5 comments,
on Jun 3 11:36 PM
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I have this postcard. On the back
Scrawled in an eighth-grade hand,
by micol
28 lines, 5 comments,
on Apr 27 4:28 PM
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whisk of grey, not even breath enough
for slash of red or shimmer-green —
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I thought they would be magic shoes
To let me play what notes I’d chose,
by micol
18 lines, 4 comments,
on Apr 27 3:49 PM
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Wolf, Moon, and Woman,
three, stationary in the wind,
by micol
13 lines, 8 comments,
on Apr 26 12:55 PM
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Aet. 20
A fulcrum year, a balance,
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late one afternoon, after slamming though
the front-room door, textbooks jamming
by micol
25 lines, 7 comments,
on Apr 24 10:56 PM. In Music
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Sometimes a mind will touch a mind
with words confined
by micol
15 lines, 5 comments,
on Apr 24 10:22 PM. In Poetry
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Dragonflies
remove me fifty years and
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A poet weaves
what other eyes can’t see,
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Bic ballpoints sweep and swerve
Concertedly, scratching fine lines
by micol
8 lines, 6 comments,
on Apr 19 1:01 AM. In Rhyme
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where freeway lanes arc,
gray-on-grey concrete coils,
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The Wriggling Ocean Sun
Far now from the sea, from sand verbenas
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Spring came today. Yesterday, harsh winds blew
From snow-peaks, limb-buds rested cold and hard
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In pure chalcedony, opal-edged and swirled
as winter leaves on nearly frozen streams;
by micol
14 lines, 17 comments,
on Mar 18 6:12 PM
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Walt would have seen more, as would Allen, but
my eyes grow grainy from the day and
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Twin tulip leaves
twist
by micol
13 lines, 8 comments,
on Mar 13 8:46 PM
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Beneath dark storm clouds thundering over
mountain lips, harvest-grains shrivel uncut;
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Though liquefaction may suffice,
In silks, to beckon and entice
by micol
10 lines, 14 comments,
on Mar 12 4:55 PM
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Come fall, we’d gather with the rest,
mostly relatives, a few kids from
by micol
25 lines, 3 comments,
on Mar 4 2:58 PM. In Fall
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