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frozen pond

an oak leaf

half in half out

dangling

on a telephone line

broken branch

smoke trails

of the incinerator

morning rush hour

reading in the tent

my son rests his book

on my arm

tumble of rocks

the mumble of

a mountain stream

spring woods

it’s lonesome without God

but no less beautiful

Saturday night

the buck on the bar

a little moist with beer