"It's a damned shame that he died all alone, "
You say with ambivalent sympathy
At one point during the course of the day,
Now funereal with the death of a man
...
Wherever it may go, this is the thing
That slips away as soon as it appears,
Desired above all else but
Not for the taking, not now or ever,
...
Cryptic, these discrete fragments of wordage
Mulled at the kitchen table during lunch
Or late in the evening prior to sleep;
Good for the brain some physicians might say,
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Afternoon gray off the Golden Gate Bridge
Clears away now to a lingering blue
With expansive day soaked in bright sunlight;
Tourists ride through wealthy Marin County
...
Summer's evening storm
Darkens my window
With the close pressure
Of humid air
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Jump the gun
In your own good time
Listen to the sound
Of your gray morning wind chimes
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I'm in no great hurry still to see it all the way
And you my dooryard beauty run from me on a rainy day
I have no small trouble now or so it is I think
And you my lilac lovely catch the big policeman's wink
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Spent fireworks, dribbling in the dark sky,
Sharp lines and specks of light melting, fading,
Washing away with a faint cracking sound
While the accommodating audience
...
Mid-March's balmy hinting wisps of warmth
Hide in a no-man's land of bracing cold
And snowy patches on the hard ground
Melt slowly; the reticent moments plod
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