flakes peeling
off the old pine gate
collecting my thoughts
—Herb Tate
beginning
to grow on me
grave side grass
—Herb Tate
purple
until I google the field
lacy phacelia
—Herb Tate
Cradled Moon.
Fossombrone, Italy. Photo credits: Oana Maria Cercel.
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Herb Tate
snow moon
a well-lit face
in
the diner window
Herb Tate
clear water
a stone through a memory
of
a ripple
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alarm clock
the time that tells
when
the rooster crows
Herb Tate
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