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Electric Kettle (poem #306)
Electric kettle sits pale and full to the spout with water. Insert prongs into socket. Click button. Bubbles rumbling toil,…
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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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