Issue: "when it rains"
sorting through
the paint tubes
on my desk
I wonder
what colours my pain
will be today
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how fragrant
this parched earth
after rain
I can almost
hear the roses
growing
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a flock
of chickadees
carrying joy
to both the hopeless
and the hopeful
shallow breathing
marks the struggle
between life and death . . .
the last gasp
of autumn colour stolen
by cruel winds
we played
hide-and seek
among rows of corn
silk tassels
woven into rings
around our fingers
two lindens
with their glossy,
heart-shaped leaves
remind me
of the way our bodies
turned silver in the moonlight
humpback whales
slip silently
through the water
why must we puny humans
leave such noise
in our wake
the sculpted blueness
inside
this glacial cave
I run my hand
over its curves
and think of you
a skulk of foxes
must have crept
into my garden last night
this morning, I found
tufts of fire among
the fountain grasses
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