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flowering maple

the gait of horses

after a long winter

first colored leaves

our house doesn’t have

a rag pile

September 11th

we all rise

as the bride enters

summer haze

the distant peak

of Mt. Diablo

cool morning

a trail beaten

through redwood duff

children crowd

the blacksmith’s shack

corded eastern pine

mackerel sky

boats pulled onto the shore

of the lake

winter survey

the stone chimney

of a long vanished cabin

early snowfall

talk of a conspiracy

to steal the election

a little steam rises from the empty tea cup

during our argument a hairy seed floats through the car

the breakfast special missing a few letters not quite spring

I’m sorry I just needed to look at something yellow

covered in frost a shopping cart on its side under the streetlight

Fall 2005