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Poem 1888

A steamy shower
us leaving
body prints on the glass screen.

Poem 744

The fallen Pines rot–
I sit down on the deaths
around us.

Poem 1730

Midnight lake
lights from the fire-flies
darting out … dying out.

Poem 2135

the kiln cools
the vase and I waiting
to break the mould.

Poem 2166

my star sign
moving across the pond
I thought were fireflies.

Poem 2747

I step away from
the long white tunnel
above the bed to fear of pain
the beyond is not yet yours
this love that says
you should go back

Poem 187

River cruise
the freckles on Laurel’s throat
brushed by her green blouse.

Poem 1195

Lake mirror
the cries of belonging
from the migrant geese.