Lush green grass moves with the wind
more hush than the lolling waves
on a quiet sea.
But when drought and the season
...
all scents
from icy air
but for pine and smoke
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I knew about drowning
Long before love taught me:
Eyes, nose, mouth filled with water,
Holding my breath
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Returning from the County Fair,
We were chased home
By the recent risen moon
Large as a house and ocherous as a ripened gourd
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I used to think I was afraid of heights
Because I would become weak-kneed
When looking down from overpasses.
But once grown enough to recognize
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Into the translucent morning
a lark soars singular
and larkspurs crowd the garden walk
waving pastel spikes to the sky
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A baby is God's opinion that the world should go on."
― Carl Sandburg
In the days after 9/11
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