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new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
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Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Canonical
The dove’s
you
Ah you,
my love
Calling in
One more
Blessed morning.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Scene before Twilight
pan across small
sea of cramped white
marble monuments
cut to wispy
old woman
bearing candle
black scarf
black sweater
black skirt
brown cane
opening rusty
wrought iron gate
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Nest Building: A Poem
Upon landing, the mourning dove
Will pick up then drop
A twig several times before finding
Just the one it’s looking for,
And sometimes I suppose
It gets lucky
And comes upon the right one
On the very first try—but I’ve yet to see it.
If and when I do, you can be sure I’ll try
To write a poem about it.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
A Bouquet You Can Eat
"
Fountain"
what stalking
the wild asparagus finally brings us to
a gustatorial spring.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
The Shell Game
The lowly snail takes only his house with him
And has everything he needs;
The lord of the land takes everything else
And finds he has nothing
He needs.
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