June 2013
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an ode nightingale
pours forth its ecstatic heart . . .
do I wake or sleep?
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urban garden . . .
among skeletal trees
a vulture waits
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summer grasses . . .
a vulture circles over
soldier's dreams
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darkening sky . . .
vultures keep watch over
a vale of tears
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autumn coda . . .
a reverie of paw prints
across her briefs
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lengthening shadows . . .
an undertaker moves
under a plantain
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the wet dreams
that fall from wind-torn leaves —
a young night
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greyscale dawn . . .
the yesterday forgotten
again today
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blowing itself over the sea,
there's no place for winter wind
to go back
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prism break . . .
red white and blue leaks
through the cracks
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funeral vigil . . .
eternity yawns between
each 'Hail Mary'
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a parson bird sings
in both the present
and the past . . .