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a splash of coloraround the old cedar stump:orange ditch lilies
my first carat college in Chattanooga:gold Skylark coupe
down the creaky stairson the table by the coucha cup of fresh coffee
cool Spring eveningthe high-pitched drone of crickets--i sit half-conscious
in the backyarda raven sits on a boxpicking at its contents
childhood friend:love fondly rememberedface long forgotten
the boxer wavers--her knees buckle as the refends the fight
walking to the store --avoiding horse droppings --to buy some eggs
evidence of Springon the blueberry bushesand the daffodils
everywhere i turnso many Don Quixotestilting at windmills
sourdough toastsparks fond memories of Autumn--cranberry jam
no thunder, lightning--even the rain is quietin my sleepy town
raindrops collecton the window screenobscuring the view
dark spot on my calf--my body looks olderthan my mind feels