Always in August
Always in August Festooned in flaming trumpet vine and daylilies, tomatoes just coming on, really, and afternoons still bearing down on our…
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Sweet By and By
Sweet By and By I am a mayfly, blue-winged olive here one day then gone, entire life spooled out over a sunlit…
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At the Hands of a Poet
At the Hands of a Poet Neruda heats me up with “I want to do with you what spring does with the…
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