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in our pots and pans
the bang and clang
of words unsaid
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for a moment
I too am cricket song
summer twilight
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momrecoilingthesnakecageempty
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after . . .

after the argument
her hug’s
gravitational pull

san diego quake

water sloshing
in the toilet
sunday tremors

watching 2010
the tv trembles
easter sunday

ripples
in my whiskey glass
day-after tremors

new link

new link:

haijinx

another day of rain

a rousing cheer

advice

these same streets

like an old don juan quixote

the old tom

trying to decide

what manner of bird is this

first anniversary

starbucks cafe

trolling for poetry

all the colors of spring

shading the sun from my eyes

her tight jeans