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in east Texaswindmills share the plainswith oil derricks
leaves gathersewer grate blocked --muddy sneaker
dry burdock droopingice crystals on the windowthe smell of coldness
nature is sacred --deer tracks frozen in the snowleading to the brook
unbroken darknesscold room • warm bed • hungry catthe smell of toner
white field yesterdaynow colored green and yellow --my feet are so wet!
rain loosens snowdriftstemp'ratures rise through the nightfrozen river swells
potluck dinnerevokes one burning question:why ruin eggs like that?
weaving through cloudsschools of fishes breathe freely --upside down world
cat sits up in basketears back, alert -- then, nose in paws,asleep again
in the rusted chairby the rickety red shackhe still sits, waiting
after the stormlilac bush in the side yardwears a white coat
New Beginning
Throughout my life I've found it true that every end's a gateway to a new beginning. So looking forward's what I choose, to focus not on what I lose, but what I'm winning.
read →shack by the lighthousewhere high school lovers often met --destroyed in '68