September 2014
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graveyard shift —
the past in spectres picking
through haibones
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desert spring . . .
some words from my mouth
half-shut
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from the dark
from the space it leaves
a tree begins
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crescent moon
another thumbnail sketch
of sad stories
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a part across from a godwit’s carbon footprint