fear is that clamshell
screaming to be shut
when the heart is all muscle
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- Dappled as butterspread on whole grain bread,my me...
- Salute--to those odd momentswhere fire and where g...
- love a fading star--so much dark flows in between-...
- In my latest dream, I polishedGod with clouds and ...
- elusive sparrowgo still for just a momentlet me ca...
- Grafitti ArtistIt's toxicity, the kiss of the spra...
- Cloudsdanger is safetysent to cover meas if my wor...
- perhaps it was her kiss...we remember its shadow,a...
- FishingHere I am, I've lost another one.So many ni...
- Fog horn lonely andthe dark toes around melike a s...
- To dance, to lift up,to stroll her gardenlike a se...
- Two PoemsThe sweet the sour,some memories like pop...
- The field goals, the kicked footballs,the surges, ...
- The field goals, the kicked footballs,the surges, ...
- The out-of-reach stars,indifferent as snowflakes,m...
- Art, like a sincere lion,invites us to lunch,has u...
- As the moon pulls her skirtbehind a cloud, the nig...
- fear is that clamshellscreaming to be shutwhen the...
- "castles"hail the troubadoursinging about the blea...
- "Satori"nice, fresh, banana--skinned like the moon...
- PortraitNovember--the unattended baggage,the wet a...
- Shadows on amountain,not quite true.I imagine youc...
- This is where the road turnsTell me why the road t...
- Carny Barker"She walks, she talks, she crawls on h...
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