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Cloudside
49 wordsThe clouds cling to the hillside,worn pink-redby the growing storm and the softness of sunset,and behind me the mountain hides beneath the riverin the sharp light of early duskin the clear, swirling air,as the first drops of rain drum and join the water.
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Stone Ocean
63 wordsI feel the moon behind the skyand I hear the ocean,the click of fish, the soft, curling strings of sunlight caught up in the salt-veils,and I feelthe pulse of waves,smoothed by wind, one by one against the shore, as I float on my back, the moon’s oceanthe dark spots,the mares, the old seasmade of stone.
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Iridescence
92 wordsOutside my window, a hummingbird speaks. Its voice is the same as the sunset–the same as the tossing of cedar boughs in the southwest breeze. I know it immediately, before I even see it. And when I look up, the hummingbird is hovering–the sun glinting off its feathers, just like the iridescence of an abalone…
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Halloween
138 wordsI went on a fall hike today to celebrate Halloween–the halfway point between fall and winter–and I was inspired to write this poem.
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