One by one, I
raise the paper
shades and let
the morning in.
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Blue Sky, Gold Leaf
One golden leaf against
the blue sky.
Then it’s
gone.
Goats
“A few pigmy goats would clean
this yard right up.”
He said, looking at the
overgrown green
through the window.
Forty years ago he suggested
six milk goats, and
left town. Buckets
of milk overflowed
my kitchen table.
Next Time
In my next life
I’ll dance like
Antonia La Singla.
My hands like
birds, my heavy
hair swinging.
The Sky
Floating in the lake, the
water dulling the sound
of the children,
I look at the sky,
disappearing into the
clouds. Nights in
winter, wrapped in blankets, I
sat on the deck and
watched the stars,
planes following their
paths through the sky.
I thought of dying there when the
time came, disappearing into
that wide sky.
Waves
I see something in
the breaking waves,
a dog, a bird, a swimmer.
The waves curling,
crashing,
spreading over
each other. Rolling,
joining.
Waves and spray.
Blue sky.
Sunrise
Rising from the
ocean, the sun
made a path
of light.
