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The beginnings of a rite of passage.

Feeling Lazy at Midday

A Greenblue Mayfly || A Fine Frost

Crumbled Grey Fedora

A Dead Sparrow

He sits in the waiting room—

Drink Only Water

a balloon of dialogue

A New Gardenscape

A sense of anger woke me,

Elaborate Weaving and Macramé

At night, a silence deepens

Before falling into sleep,—

Spectacles resting down the bridge—

In falling twilight,—

Litany of Names {2}

The arthritis in my knee—

His Left Hand

First Kiss

Without any indication or forewarning