May 2013
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grinding axes
a sharp tongue rubs me up
the wrong way
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cloud-robed moon . . .
it stalks me along
this path
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a cool night —
my daughter's moon flutters
on the fridge
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distant voices . . .
the apparition of night
behind the door
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the night agape
with a poem's caesura . . .
light before dawn
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not so green,
a falling leaf spirals
through its is-ness
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wordless night —
rain's sound enters
the pool's depths
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cowering clouds . . .
over the chasm's edge
a dream of flight
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casting shadows
tonight's same old moon
doubting me