Lamenting a Tree (A Sonnet) Where I once lived on a house on a street, You lived out back weeping quite great and tall. Your arms stretched out and they would always meet With green fingers that did not brown in fall. For many years I would lie down with you. Your...
Dead Whale Tanka When I see your face, I remember my summer Strolling on the sand Finding a large lump flipped down. The reeking gray whale is dead. 2006 Back to...
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