always an answer for everything
for everything––
Eastern Koel
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winter morning
the whiteness in the dunes
of the shearwater’s bones
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the pony’s frozen breath fading stars in the Milky Way
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alone with my thoughts . . .
the way moonlight plays
among the pines
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soup kitchen
on the bag lady’s wrist
a blessed tattoo
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old flame—
we share photos of our kids
our age then
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