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Waiting for Happiness Dog knows when friend will come home because each hour friend’s smell pales, air paring down the good smell with its little diamond. It means I miss you O I miss you, how hard it is to … Continue reading →

Adrift A shipping container of rubber duckies made in China for the United States washed overboard in 1992, and some of them had traveled and washed ashore over 17.000 miles over 15 years. Let’s go ahead and assume it’s yellow. … Continue reading →

All Things Pass All things pass A sunrise does not last all morning All things pass A cloudburst does not last all day All things pass Nor a sunset all night All things pass What always changes? Earth … sky … Continue reading →

Home I didn’t know I was grateful for such late-autumn bent-up cornfields yellow in the after-harvest sun before the cold plow turns it all over into never. I didn’t know I would enter this music that translates the world back … Continue reading →

A Piece of the Storm From the shadow of domes in the city of domes, A snowflake, a blizzard of one, weightless, entered your room And made its way to the arm of the chair where you, looking up From … Continue reading →

Patience Patience is wider than one once envisioned, with ribbons of rivers and distant ranges and tasks undertaken and finished with modest relish by natives in their native dress. Who would have guessed it possible that waiting is sustainable – … Continue reading →

(sorry the post is a day late!) It Is Raining on the House of Anne Frank It is raining on the house of Anne Frank and on the tourists herded together under the shadow of their umbrellas, on the perfectly … Continue reading →

Instructions on Not Giving Up More than the fuchsia funnels breaking out of the crabapple tree, more than the neighbor’s almost obscene display of cherry limbs shoving their cotton candy-colored blossoms to the slate sky of Spring rains, it’s the … Continue reading →

Fugitive My life is running away with me; the two of us are in cahoots. I hold still while it paints dark circles under my eyes, streaks my hair gray, stuffs pillows under my dress. In each new room the … Continue reading →