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glinting autumn sea
this ache to walk
on water
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down the backroad
where she said yes
—still, the scent of mint
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taking a red leaf
back and forth
the ambulance wiper
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spring melt some movement on the prenup
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Jeffrey Stillman
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at last
spending time with loved ones
family plot
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cold moon
the pane between
our faces
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dangling
from
an
old
nail
my
father’s
overalls
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Shiloh battlefield
the cannons
still facing each other
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one night stand-up comedy
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tail-end of summer
I fall in love
with a mermaid
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campfire
everyone
has something to say
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spring dawn
I put on
my gender
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snow at dusk ...
no longer the need
to be heard
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smoke rings
the lies we tell
our children
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second time around
at the justice of the peace
wearing sensible shoes
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the old blind dog
finds it first
patch of sunlight
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not even close
to all her needs met
hothouse tomato
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just bones
in the bird nest
autumn equinox
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rolling hills
a sprawl of cattle
at a bend
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