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under the bridge the round stones still black with morning dew

2004

so hot I sell a book of poems so I can buy some tacos

2004

in the blue bottle on the window sill a cranefly

2004

I look back at the spider between the branches and see the moon

2004

the lines your hair left in the sand drift into the breeze

2004

muggy gray dusk sparrows eat crumbs on the patio

2004

one moment you feel your socks one you don’t what will catch fire

2004

two girls throw a blue frisbee here and there in the smokey dusk

2004

three in the afternoon the porch light still on and periodic flies

2004

somewhere between the years with you and the years without you

2004