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hip flask

the warmth of my body

in the brandy

thinking about

mindfulness

I pee on my shoe

rolling a cigarette

the canoe drifts

just where I want to go

dog days of summer

twenty-three games

out of first

frantic twosome

downy woodpecker

inside my bedroom

blurred with age,

won’t say what his tatoo

used to say

Moon in cancer –

a special

on soft-shelled crabs.

how sad

after the summer rain–

earthworm on the sidewalk

in the wide lake

boulders visible beneath

the fragile canoe

rustle of leaves–

a blue jay takes flight

from the plum tree