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AbradedThere are times I turn to the river, / when life roils and churns like the rapids, / and I remember
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Feb 12, 2022
Afteryour smile, and / standing on tiptoe / to brush a wisp of hair / from my brow
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Feb 7, 2018
Aftermathoutside, amid the rubble, stands a mound two / soldiers high, made of bricks and mortar, and / cemen
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May 22, 2021
All the Empty WhiteI take your hand, the brush askew, and I hold it in my own. / Together we find the palette, and we m
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Jan 8
Almost NightfallTwo eased from the sedan. / A blanket, a brimming wicker basket. / A pond filled with geese, the bir
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May 27, 2017
AlwaysThough I tremble now, and my eyes glass, / And my words wander as they / Search for a final sense of
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Jun 11, 2017
A.M.Amsterdam Avenue, Sunday morning / Stubs of moisture collect across the panes / Then rivulets, thin
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Apr 7, 2017
A Marvelous ChoiceTwo, side-by-side, / Standing, silent, / Awaiting our decision. / We choose the smaller, / the young
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Oct 4, 2017
An Abiding SenseHer speech is soft, / And she withdraws without offending. / A need for privacy, a gated soul. / Wat
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May 24, 2017
A Narrow StoneI dig into the glass jar and withdraw my hand / I fling my arm and follow the seeds / As they scatte
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Mar 26, 2017
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