Hair
blonde and auburn leaves
kissed by the first touch of fall
decorate my lawn
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home from work-
she tosses her hair
on the bed
Category Archives: Chance
Trouble
you think things are bad
why not try rolling your eyes
at me one more time
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crows take flight-
under the elm
a shallow grave
Autumn
a bite in the air-
nighthawks begin flying south
along the shoreline
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orange moon-
the year’s work
ready for harvest
Forsaken
still she counts the ships-
her thick wool sweater stained red
with the setting sun
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date night-
she sits at a table
set for one
Summer
an old swimming hole-
piles of clothes left abandoned
on the grassy shore
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a frayed rope swing-
old memories
bittersweet
Regrets
your name on my phone-
against my better judgment
I answer the call
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labor day-
the first taste
of pumpkin spice
Futility
in the deep end
endlessly treading water
lest I slip under
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sand hill cranes-
a bicycle rusts
amid the cattails
Justice
who will stand and speak
when there is such injustice
if not I then who?
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angry seas-
ramshackle rafts
adrift and lifeless
Sight
slowly going blind-
refusing to believe in
what I cannot see
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black velvet-
eyes wide open
to the night
Fungi
turkey tail mushrooms-
beauty found within decay
and reclamation
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in the dark-
nimble fingers pick
the mushroom harvest