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DuBray Sep 2017
Sleep the rock
Had Pete the Peacock
On his back
He didn't know about that

But it's a fact
DuBray Sep 2017
A strand of winter light
Through my coal miner's
Curtains

Enough
To warm my hands
To kindle a fire

To write you a letter
DuBray Sep 2017
Silky record grooves
Nature's arm drops
The spider needle
DuBray Sep 2017
The guru in the temple
Meditates
The caterpillar in the cocoon
Sleeps
DuBray Sep 2017
January and the sun
I felt spring was near
In my poetry collection year

Gathering poems like leaves
Each with its own shape
And color

Walking with my son
Toward his mother
It was good to be together

In our family collection year
My son gathering leaves
With the feel of spring near
DuBray Sep 2017
Dew
Dew
From a leaf
I let you

Drop in my palm
True and calm
Yet so brief

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