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no mice or rabbitsno dragons or unicorns--nothing but blue
i wonder whethermy final dream will be colorfulor only blackness
dinosaur sculpturerusting on the side of the roadunder the Texaco sign
tapping at the treethe woodpecker finds no foodbut continues tapping
the sun lights the posthalfway up -- darkening moreas midday approaches
"I'm not scared. You're scared," he said with a half-smile, as they continued up the stairs. "And, anyway, I'm not the one with a handful of catnip in their pocket."
"Don't stare," he said. "He doesn't like it when people stare.""But it's right there, all over his face!" She turned away."He doesn't like it when people stare," he said.
banana in the bowlblueberries in the sink --oatmeal preparation
wondering out loudwhere will we finally settle?the walls say nothing
the house is cleanexcept for the cobwebsremnants of past lives
on the floor in piecesgrandmother's favorite cupnow everything's gone
laughter of childrenrunning through frost-covered grassdodging the gravestones
i yank the door shutand it closes with a soft click --victory!
i wonder how manydegrees of separation i amfrom the northern lights