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haloed moon—

dad no longer remembers

so many words

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winter storm—

everything

we had already said

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moonspots... 

she keeps all her secrets

to herself 

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spring twilight- 

telling her 

we will no longer be friends

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New Year's concert—

the pianist leans

into her tune

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snow wind—

how fast the cat

enters the garage

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broken toy –

in the email the news

we don't want

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there is no solution

to our problem –

wild blueberries

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crushed almonds –

all my childhood

in pieces

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low tide —

adding a day

to my years

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autumn deepens —

the many varieties

of shadows

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moonlit sea—

all my thoughts

in the dark

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summer sea—

the wings of a seagull

enliven the sky

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scorching sun—

living in the shadow

of myself

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summer night—

              the wind seeks an opening

              among pine needles

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spring dawn—

the short life

of dew pearls

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bombed house—

in every room

a new green lawn

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night in the garden—

in our memories

scent of jasmine

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olive tree plantation—

the cold wind sings

among the silver branches

 

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our steps slow

as he tells the story—

winter sun

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spring snow thaw—

melting slowly

my old pain

 

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winter sky painting spaces between clouds

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trains whiz by–

so many autumns

on the hill

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deserted classroom—

a butterfly flies undisturbed

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I rock the moon

lying on the swing-

summer night

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along the way 

poppies and I -  

June evening

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on the windowsill...

the scent of violets

away with the wind


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