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sitting in the parkthe old man waits patientlyfor someone to care
morning suncuts through the treesmelting the frost
all my closest friendsfrom childhood are off the rails --what's that say about me?
green grassbanished during the cold monthsstill in hiding
early Spring in Maine:one to three inches of snowcoming tomorrow
geese honk overheadas winter's final snowfallcovers budding fields
skunks are on the prowlmating season underway--geese honk overhead
well-intended pawplum-colored spot on my arm--getting old with cats
stop saving mefrom aloneness --i often crave it
in the kitchena familiar aroma:chicken pot pie
the timeless answerto a too-busy life --a day of boredom
from the candlethe scent of chile and tangerines --i close my eyes
a purple flowerwhose name i don't knowas welcome as an old friend
black and white cat sitsin his basket by the windowlooking, sometimes clicking