Sunday Afternoon

The colors taken—
lavender violet—what’s left
for wisteria?

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I long for the nod
the generational wink
that says yeah it was

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Is it still in me
on an unfamiliar trail
the power to shine

Two on Time

Eating lunch alone—

the best, have done it for years,

once was someone else

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I talk to my plants

a thing from the '70s

but faith comes with age

Park

“Think I can join you?”
half of a park bench open
iron arm between

Two Spring Haiku

Cold clings to April
cloth chilled on a bed of ice
balm to unseen wound

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A helicopter
gone before I’ve found a word
for the sky, for flight

Memory and Ink

Memory and ink
secrets arms leg torso breath 
drawn close