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birdsong
the forest wakes up
with the sunrise
inhaling autumn air
deep breaths
the creek sings
the creek gurgles
a melody
damned with trash
without a guide
deeper into the woods
we traverse
heavy packs
we carry more than we need
up the mountain
birds on a bare branch
mourn the lost sun
pond ripples
tornado skies overhead branches break
a challenge to the sun
even during the day
you shine
the hunter’s moon
finding my way
in pale light
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lost in the night
where the sun never sets
i talk to the birds
open photo albums
sprawled across the room
spider web
A homeless vagabond
Bathes in the lake
I sit in the rain
Skipping stones
On a mirror
The mountain quivers
dirty Wal-Mart mirror
someone else
looks back at me
unexpected wisdom
under a military crew cut
I will press on
steering my way
through cobbled alleys
warr komt u vandaan?
warming up to the idea
of letting it all go
spinning bike tire
grandpa passes wisdom
through the generations
fresh caramel
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sharing a charred yam
with strange friends
frisbee sunrise
chasing fireflies
she jaunts into the forest
for me to follow
hypnotist’s pocket watch
watching her walk
two steps behind
hypnotits
dyslexia
or distraction?
she looks back at me
and smiles
glacial retreat
handwritten
I can feel
your energy
thousands of miles away
your words stay with me,
folded in my backpack
rose scented ink
with blood red letters
you say goodbye
the home of an old lover
why can i never
forget You
evening light questions
if she thinks about me
corn maze