25 Wednesday Mar 2015
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DeWitt Park, fashion, Ithaca, park bench, parks, poetry, reading, spring, thaw
one short chapter-
I move the lawn chair
to reclaim some sun
spring
the joy of a book
in the park
24 Tuesday Mar 2015
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freight hopping, freight trains, freight yard, hobos, Ithaca, New York, photography, poetry, rails, spring, tanka, tracks, winter
a string
of covered hoppers
in the winter sun
22 Sunday Mar 2015
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autumn colors-
how assertive
she becomes
the aesthetics
of each season
in turn…
20 Friday Mar 2015
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East Hill, Ithaca, jogging path, photography, poetry, rails to trails, recreation way, spring, sun
those were the days…
she’d meet me halfway
from work
sun burst
through the overcast
old railroad bed
17 Tuesday Mar 2015
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Fall Creek, Ithaca, Ithca Falls, photography, poetry, spring, thaw, waterfalls
spring sun-
making a list
of what makes me happy
a big thaw
going on for all
to see…
15 Sunday Mar 2015
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15 Sunday Mar 2015
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art, gravestones, Ithaca, photography, pines, poetry, tanka
this complete enigma
of me wanting more solitude
then company in turn
on my terms
at just the right time
the beauty
of a stone to someone
unknown…
14 Saturday Mar 2015
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family plot, gravestones, history, Ithaca, photography, poetry, stone
after she’s asleep
moving most of her dolls
away…
development all around
the little family cemetery
on the hill
13 Friday Mar 2015
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ice, Ithaca, Ithaca Falls, photography, poetry, spring, tanka, waterfalls, winter
pushed by the wind
at the far end of the sky
a few clouds…
I can see what I want
keeps changing too
Ithaca Falls
a few days into
the thaw
11 Wednesday Mar 2015
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fairs, ferris wheel, Ithaca, photography, poetry, reflection, sky, summer
straight out
of a dream
another day
turning thoughts
through childhood
right into now
tom clausen 