Old horse barn
smelling a sunbeam
around the stalls.
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Poem 633
Ascending lark
the marmalade cat
too thin from kittens.
Poem 528
tourist town
the local asks! lately
where have we been
3146
living elderly–
the thick morning fog
came in and stayed, as if nothing
3145
living elderly–
picking the last grapes
before autumn rains
3144
living elderly–
some moonlight must sink
into the pond
3143
living elderly–
suddenly awake
a distant dream pulled shut
3142
living elderly–
asleep in a canoe
my lines being tugged
3141
living elderly–
into a great silence
the spout of a whale
3140
living elderly–
honeysuckles giving lonesomeness
a scent