Cool summer morning
The blue sky promises heat
Later in the day
Gemini insects call forth
A contrapuntal texture
The not quite full moon
A space station by its side
Glides through the heavens
Seen through the sick-room window
After drawing the curtains
She brings some flowers
And a package of incense
To her mother's bed
The hours move so slowly
And the silence feels so thick
Dinner with a friend,
"I didn't see it coming."
Some tears in his eyes
Digging through a Pomo mound,
Shards and remnants and some bones
Once again telling
The immigration story
Of their grandparents
A cascade of autumn leaves
And the high tide shifts the sand
Geese traverse the sky,
A journey of many miles,
And the setting sun
Thoreau upon the rivers
With a brother who's never named
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