San Francisco
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Golden Leaves (poem #305)
Crisp, golden leaves drink in sunlight and break underfoot into pieces like ripped bits of paper dried with ink. …
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The Night Opens (poem #304)
The night opens, a flower petal falls. There are only enough birds to fill the sky. Thank you for…
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Daylight (poem #303)
Holding, grasping, pleading sun shine licks the back of my neck and rises earlier to warm the soft ground…
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Fall (poem #302)
Holding crisply and clinging to limbs waiting for a shake, waiting for the cold to seep in. Birds murmur the…
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The Nights Twist (poem #301)
The nights twist and turn under the heartless moon crisp and the color of cream, a soul reimagining the world…
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The Future (poem #300)
Moving away into the golden light of the gods, the sun shatters into a million pieces empty of deities and…