armed to the teeth
with projected profits
an alms-giver
December 2015
in our image the fog of war
writer's block—
his reflection hogs
the limelight
Hiroshima
seed-bedding anew
manifest destiny
feeling up
and down
across
her cross
daylight
drizzle
now
light
advent host
second guessed
in coming
home to roost
night in-stills itself
within us
Moore's madonna—
the spaces we occupy
seen through too
closing in time a buttercup to light
this jaundiced view of buttercups
little frog in butterflight
in spring rain
just a little frog
liking butter
sun-risen
the buttercups
advent a light year to go
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