front door slam–
the school children finding
our warm peach pie
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3329
dog
barked holes
all night
3328
a fog rolls in
still enough of dawn
to walk to my bus stop
3327
Laurel feels tickled
by the snow melt
in open palms
3326
on our swimming pool
rains too
of the blue Jacaranda
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boathouse
slowly outwaiting
winter
3324
summer starts–
geese from their fatherlands
GLIDE to our lake
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a curtain billows–
the changes to my lie
pinking her cheeks
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summer breaths—
the magnolias swaying
in the scented rain
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down spirals
to ebbs of the tide
the bay’s pelicans