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motherless

I let the fawn

have the garden

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first frost

the suddenness 

of no birdsong

—Bryan Rickert

deep woods

     deer tails

          leap away

—Bryan Rickert

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alone on this trail all of us

—Bryan Rickert

sun on my back

the intensity

of locust song

—Bryan Rickert

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 berry’s blushing

in the bramble

lover’s moon

—Bryan Rickert

noon heat

minnows rest

in my shadow

—Bryan Rickert

pausing

after my sneeze

the cardinal’s song

—Bryan Rickert

out of the tree line

and over the field

a hawk’s cry

—Bryan Rickert

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snowmelt

again no sign

of the crocus

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not remembering 

how I got the bruise

autumn’s darkness 

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 at both ends of winter burning leaf scent

—Bryan Rickert

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midnight snack

the refrigerator light

draws in a moth

—Bryan Rickert

the split path reconnects our marriage 

—Bryan Rickert

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second life

chip for the trail

the storm-felled oak

—Bryan Rickert

the toddler wants

to hug them too

first daffodils

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before swallowing a berry

the raven’s glance

left then right

—Bryan Rickert

the loosening

of stiff pages

winter mist

—Bryan Rickert

rush hour

a dragonfly with

someplace to be

—Bryan Rickert

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windowsill snow

a chickadee’s

little prints

—Bryan Rickert

icy street

the small geyser

of manhole steam

—Bryan Rickert

before I can see

   what it is

      the ocean

         takes it back

—Bryan Rickert

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slowly 

going over the falls

sunrise

—Bryan Rickert

always

like she’s on the catwalk

my cat

—Bryan Rickert

waking up

to fresh snow

today

feels like a good day

to begin again

—Bryan Rickert

Editor's Note: These are from the "lost poems" chosen by founding editor, Roberta Beach Jacobson. 

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every piece

chipped but loved

garage sale tea set

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home alone

my reflection

in every window

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overturned turtle

I, too, am trying

to set myself right

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the silence

     it brings

          prairie frost

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pretending

I’m a gardener–

three tomato harvest

 

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digging out

a thorn

this struggle

to remove

you

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howler monkey your bold faced lies

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long marriage

the silent treatment

of snow

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father’s grave

finally telling him

what I really think

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romantic picnic

we both come away

with a tick

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drought moss

not as resilient

as I used to be

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high tide

I, too, feel the pull

of this moon

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telling me more

than I needed to know

old country song

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nettle field

the deer know

a way through

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to the bottom

of the sinkhole and back

butterfly

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all day hike

I emerge

human again

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seasonal sadness settling into raven song

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eclipse

the time it takes

poppies to close

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the sound of their leaving

geese in the mist

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always on the move

   my one sided

      conversation

         with the stream

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never

a moment of rest

all night

alone in this room

with a mosquito

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leaf fall losing another reason to stay

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between waves the piper’s tiny cry

 
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