wind gust— my children's breath while they sleep |
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family reunion— wild turkeys among the headstones |
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Christmas Eve— my children pretend to snore |
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sand speckled by autumn rain— her hand in mine |
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midnight— the window fan dices a train whistle |
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fallen rose petals— a Japanese beetle tries to right itself |
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between innings— the joy of the game on my son's face |
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a sweat bee stings my hand— summer heat |
