autumn
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Snapshot Poem 10 October 02007
This day is too gray for profundity. I woke to roofers hammering, shingles flying past my window; both dogs quietly asleep, pressed against my knees. The birches are a shower of gold, with a few withered brown leaves, holding, holding on. MP3 File Continue reading
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Snapshot Poem 03 October 2007
I remember how it will happen. Leaves will fade and brown, the sky will grow wider. Snow will thicken in the mountains. The news will speak of war, famine, extinctions. Coasts will tremble beneath storms called rare, unusual, brutal. Widows and mothers will grieve; fathers will fold flags on the sideboard. Children will not understand,… Continue reading
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august 21 (an old poem)
you write that you are ill feverish in some narrow foreign bed tangled in dim damp sheets sun steaming through a dingy window and I hope that you are not entangled so alone what cannot be held must be freely given Continue reading
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Autumn in the Garden
I’ve waited eight years for this porcelain berry to show its colors. Continue reading
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