November 2011
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the centennial oak
gives its last shade
to the woodcutter
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blanched almonds ...
the looking glasses
of her eyes
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through the cracks
tendrils of things not said ...
winter tomb
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tendrils
burgeon through the cracks . . .
winter tomb
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offspring
of star-crossed lovers ...
the epitaphs
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nesting birds, yet
the words 'at peace'
so final
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the willow
sieving sunlight
and stillness
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pretend shot put ...
the weight of the world
opens his head
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water-logged worms
rise to feasting birds ...
spring downpour
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catching dreams
from the sound of night ...
unspoken words
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Christus Rex ...
in our beginning
and our end
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winter bride
stripped bare of all
but song
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passing cloud ...
a moment's grace
just like that
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just shadows
now on calvary ...
rugby posts
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willow leaves
sieving rivers ...
dream debris
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going the distance ...
a child circumnavigates
his horizons
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a tree too
bends over backwards
before its time
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final call . . .
he staggers into
the wind
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dawn stillness ...
the spent passion
of night winds