eggs

The musical promise of a bass beat
throbs down the hall or from the street;
if you hold your breath you can hear the vowels
of a vocal line that consists of growls.

Carpets draperies and cushions
soften my room; I caress Continue reading

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race against leaves

This morning the nip of not-quite-frost
gave an urgency to my stone assemblage:
soon the sporadic flurry of maple leaves
will become a storm that will smother
the work; my pattern of stones Continue reading

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desultory 2

Instead of the Thruway,
they follow the old highway along the river.
The pace seems as leisurely
as the wide river
lined on both sides by old trees Continue reading

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