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hearing less
the dance floor rhythms
in the music

Tango in lights
coming from opposites
we touch-release-touch and sway

hearing less
her maze of opinions
about the house

my hearing
in the bleats of spring lambs
midday showers

drought’s end
sounds of the river
melting its dust

fog-light bridge
the ghosts of house boats
with the lives conceled

twin lakes
their cries leave, with one of mine
the wild geese

sipping my coffee
in this falling place
sitting under trees

Tennessee whiskey
our motel songs more country
around midnight

fogged in
strange to lonely
the backyard dripps