a fog rolls in
still enough of dawn
to walk to my bus stop
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Laurel feels tickled
by the snow melt
in open palms
3326
on our swimming pool
rains too
of blue Jacaranda
3325
boat house
slowly out-waiting
winter
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summer starts–
geese from their fatherlands
g l i d e to our lake
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a curtain billows–
the changes to my lie
pinking her cheeks
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summer breaths–
the magnolias swaying
in the scented rain
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down spirals
to ebbs of the tide
the bay’s pelicans
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autumn flames–
other backyards too
smoking before it rains
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greener pastures–
the still born curled
where the herd left it