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recipe advice
garbanzos and kidney beans
"not for company"
tattooed and withered
somehow she survived this far
to sell discount shoes
across the tall field
exchanging bleats and laughter
the fat goat and I
ambitious new hire
pantomimes hopeful golf swings
near the CEO
quiet between waves
stillness but for a heartbeat
a blackbird singing
gray sky is heavy
a saturated tea bag
on the saucer's rim
fireball sun sinking
as clouds seal the horizon
on another day
on the pool's surface
the drunken water striders
stumbling steadily
Japanese maple
filtering the evening glow
path ahead blushes
empty stone lantern
imprisons the setting sun
one moment each day
skilled garden raking
concentric circles of sand
this splash of pebbles
mid-afternoon lull
headed for a cup of joe
to get through the grind
amidst plastic grass
worriedly missing an ear
chocolate bunny
the software is cracked
refactoring the egg back
into the thin hen
the wave of hiccups
crashing deliriously
near champagne bubbles
such fervent wailing
spurs us to investigate
creek side choir practice
better acquainted
with the growl of my dentist's
stomach than my own
lengthening the dream
moonshine and spring dew pouring
in through the window
tending to the yard
squirrels continue digging
where humans left off
watching his fingers
tremble the wrapping paper
sun low in the sky
bumblebees tapping
the window with striped behinds
the flowers blushing
the prism sparkles
when compared to a lighthouse
catching fire then flame
a can of salmon
crunching merrily on bones
that have made it through
another season
the tree moves toward the wind
still in love with you
March wind in the reeds
if I could but translate you
to echo myself
still at the bus stop
the blind black woman laughing
with the broken Vet
cherry blossoms fall
with a quiet persistence
disappearing cars
the helicopter
trembling against the night sky
the police report
fish out of water
negotiating high heels
drowning in champagne
dusty bug graveyard
the overhead light fixture
I refuse to clean
the widening skies
an odd object clearly seen
unidentified
borrowed summer day
buying a pack of stickers
and an ice cream cone
washed with white tissues
the sweater works the lint brush
testing all patience
annoyed by the sound
of recommended flossing
her headphones louder
waiting and watching
the natives restless at work
for acquisition
under the blanket
a knitted patchwork reveals
light from starry skies
Saturday morning
still warm with the scent of you
folding pajamas
rude awakening
reflected in the faucet
fun-house mirror eyes
forgotten affair
the unraveled cassette tape
flutters in the street
the back of your neck
tracing the fine line of hairs
moonlit down your spine
your breath on my neck
as I argue with the noise
of a crowded room
guilty carnivore
licking grease from your fingers
you apologize
quivering cupid!
shooting heat-seeking arrows
that land in the snow
the outlines of clouds
stretched taut between sky and land
pulled thin by desire
around and around
giggling at dizzying speeds
two year old jogging
dressed in his PJs
he is pulled into her lap
the moon outside dims
grooves in the carpet
motorcycle still rocking
from his pre-nap race
mid-January
greeting the cold of morning
like an ex-lover
wind blows north, then south
I am still vacillating
outside her office
each year when it blooms
I think it is too early
in truth, I run late
green moss in his pits
Buddha statue in the rain
his palms to the sky
dog barking wildly
convinced today is the day
she will catch squirrel
walking by the surf
I look down at my sweater
clinging to the mist
the trail turns and sighs
reaching the point where it ends
we walk side by side
in shadows and dust
the plant forever in bloom
waits in the corner
racing and laughing
the backwards escalator
spits them on the ground
outside, the rains come
the sound of a heart breaking
across many miles
unforgettable
no matter how hard she tries
everything you
at her small table
listening to her small house
the big bang begins
with resignation
I listen to his lectures
smiling patiently
foam curls on the lip
of pounding heat-seeking waves
rolling into you
between the driftwood
salty shadows are playing
games of hide and seek
such a patient toy
somewhere the long-eared dog waits
amid lost luggage
tiny galoshes
stare out with painted faces
in the crib, he sleeps
watching dark clouds part
I think of all the partings
that have yet to come
