Lynx- XVII:1, February, 2002


out in the yard
the crow caws crazily
as if it knows my life
quite like
the compost i leave…

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with my son
we pass the house
where he was conceived –
a certain run down look
weeds in the window box

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not much celebration
to this winter solstice
but the neighbors maple
just big enough for a squirrel
and two bird nests


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the deep blue sky
goes so far
yet the photo has borders
like those we come to
in our love…



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its a little flaw
i’ve come to accept
as it may be…
these overmatched feelings
loving too much

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cold rain
in another town
the streets empty –
from one house
a gift of wood smoke



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this complete enigma
of me wanting more solitude,
then company in turn
on my terms
at just the right time


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I have seen the cat
sleep most of the day
and yet seem satisfied
my calendar says to show
a cat a piece of gold