As a Piece of Music
At seven in the evening garden, birdsong, breezes, churchbells, windchimes. The body as a piece of music, a weaving...
It Doesn’t Matter Why
I’m loved by a neighbor boy. He just turned eight and I am seventy-six. Alan rang my bell today to...
Another Summons
She flew low over the water, I saw her drop the feather without a pause or squawk. The White Egret’s...
Wondering Where You Are
Where are you now, my friend? I set you down on the beach and watched you, months ago,...
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