in the doghouse the hound's hoarse bark— winter thunder |
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Homecoming parade— waxing my convertible under the sparrow's nest |
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tick-tick of late night sleet— dog licking its paws |
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I open the door to this morning's snow its silence |
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bobbing and bobbing on the jazz club wall— the bassist's shadow |
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Watching the woman who pulled back her braids— summer sunset jazz |
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farmwife's marigolds surging with the wind the bee's shadow |
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a hummingbird shadow in and out of window bars mimosa fragrance |
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hot gust of wind carpenter nailing sunset into the plywood |
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A pile of rocks shifting in spring rain the stiff old man |
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the old woman looking into the stars sky all snowy |
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a black woman breastfeeding her infant— the autumn moon |
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farther and farther into the mountain trail autumn dusk deepens |
