even here
one thousand miles away
ghosts of California fires
shroud the Sun
in horrible beauty
Category: Stories
bugs
bumblebee
fights itself
at the windowpane
crickets!
announcing!!
autumn!!!
silver flutter
at the porch light
a moth’s moon
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late summer
strange rain
before
the heat wave
dart swift
a hummingbird
past my ear
silver night
follows hot day
jealous moon
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smoke
watching the hills
disappear into the smoke
summer fire season
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Yesterday
yesterday was hot
but today the fog came
prowling
over the dunes, slipping
off the rooftops and
around corners
softening everything
we left doors and windows open
until
even the stuffy corners held the promise
of Fall
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The Perverseness of Blackberries
He tried to be a good neighbor but the guy next door was a challenge. His own yard was pristine, weed free, bark dusted. But at the fence a blackberry intruded, snaking its prickly way into his suburban paradise. He cut it back, it returned. Again and again. Finally, hoe in hand, he walked next door requesting access to remove the briar at its source. Permission granted, smirkingly. A ten minute search at the property line yielded a leafless thread of vine. The full glory of the pest only manifested itself on his side of the fence.
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Mr. Crow Takes a Walk
Take a walk they said, you’ll like it they said, something different, a new point of view they said. So I’m walkin’ here, I’m walkin’ there. Always late, missin’ out on the best food, the best views. But ya know what, I like it. Givin’ the wings a rest. Takin’ my time.
Thing is, I’ve forgotten how to fly.
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She Wants
She wants
to walk through the silver rain
into one of his pictures
and live there instead of here.
Without his light
her own life seems sadly
underexposed.
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Moon
No blustery wind
To stir up achievements past
Man’s footprint remains
Conversation
“How was your walk?” he asked.
“Dumb and boring,” she muttered.
“Your mood?”
“Sad.”
“Your attitude?”
“Unreasonable and self-indulgent.”
“I’ll leave you alone, then.” He turned to go.
“No. Wait.”
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