cubby house—
in the far corner
cobwebs
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Watcher
Storm
on my window
fat raindrops tom-tom
distant thunder
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Wild Rumpus
wild things dancing—
a spring wind bedsheet rumpus
spins our Hills Hoist
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Beer Town
while shopping abroad—
beer, bibles, guns and sweatpants
all in one aisle
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sub-rosa
on black satin sheets
she gives herself to the moon—
rose petals and thorns
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Harmony
forest twilight
insubstantial geisha—
Komorebi
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Hollow
silk corner cobwebs
entwine yesterday’s dry husks,
bloodless and rotting
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Fledgling
after the dance
her questioning hands—
is this your first time?
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Forsaken
in tumbleweed fields
old man scarecrow waving,
blackbirds fly on
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Priceless
At the garage sale
Cherished toys in an old box
A man asks, how much?
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days of stone 