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Poems

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  • Pacific

    Balconies and streams

  • Standing in a Field

    what I saw

  • Close to now

    I should have said from the beginning that I plant the black nasturtiums because they are the saddest

  • Focus

    The point at which

  • The Beginner

    Doesn’t have a clue, sips whiskey in a train

  • Guitar & Lantern

    The boy with prosthetic limbs is the flame

  • The gift of putting something down…

    The gift of putting something down, he had yet to discover it--letting it slide from his grip.

  • Difficulty

    It's difficult

  • The Uncanny

    Suppose a rational man

  • Any Kind

    Look up. The sky is never constant, sometimes clouded,

  • Vanity

    it’s easy to fritter your life away

  • [There was the way his mother]

    There was the way his mother called him baby-faced that made me defensive.