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on hay-bale box-seats
in nocturnes
lost

enclosed day turns dreamy night
yet, birds sing
outside
still light

this music
played through life-times
notes and rests
melody and themes
intended images and dreams

now in audience
tactile, tangible
in time

your real
hearing
witnessing mine

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cut pink tulips
your gift
strong stems
slipped slowly into

my sliver vase

spiraling green sword
leaves
five days after

stems pulling water
overextended reaching
still growing
twisting towards April light

pale petals
opening, revealing
gesture gently
tips flushed
blushing crimson

soft kiss of spring

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red light rain
late winter afternoon gray
me feeling
drained from the day

i remember
last evening
my house
our attentions aligned
your gift
bottle of red zinfandel wine
green olives
white cheese
tasted
together

now knowing
alone
our
unraveled edges need
constraining
head and heart
patient
restraining

taking time
for
convalescence’s
cure

shifting on green
world through a scrim
rain and remembrance
image of our parting embrace

what is it like
for you

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my mother’s needles
hold memories
her
now two years passed on
i learn to purl

under over
knit  purl
i move these knots
casting on and off in patterns newly understood
imagined

staying up late
stitching
fabricating
inheriting yarns

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invited to the waltz
stopped in my tracks by doubt
unused to these shoes

i don’t remember where
to put my hands
or how to dance

how do i recall
what seems completely new

guide me by texture
double-breasted wool suit
pressed
lightly into silk blouse
high heels
now knowingly glide

room rounds as
we
others
tables dishes napkins glasses bottles
chairs coats handbags
all
musicians singers performers

flow
one living thing
under the
tent
in the warm electric night

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can you admire the moon
as she shines
new to full

not fearing the changeable tides
nor burdened by gravity’s pull

light blue half globe
dim in the day
or lost in the rain or clouds

glowing giant on horizon’s edge
bright in the night
reflecting day again

orbiting you
her light for you
waning and waxing for you

can you bear the shifting tides
the pull of gravity

for love

of the moon

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the first snow came
hard
before all the leaves had fallen

no red, orange and yellows
some still cling
lifeless
ghostly green
to the branch

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