caught in a storm the stilled mole's paws filling with snow |
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partly cloudy-- a yellow cat taking her time through the cemetery |
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the scent of cereus again and again a moth tries the screen |
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Winter clouds neck-deep in snow an old gourd |
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church steps in spring . . .
the child fills her purse
with cicada shells
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corn on the cobb—
my husband complains again
of coon tracks
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winter wind— sound of a skill saw through the broken window |
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first day of fall
a train takes the hound's howl
deeper into the night
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