Fall '06 TOC
my treasures have hardly lasted – but the scene changes – a vaudeville carnival!
an old white house lumbers by
sharp-air porch tired fire remnants naked branches and indecorous pine – a salt lick for deer
those silent statues emerge from twilight edges, ephemeral with poised hooves and find me restless now
there are no answers for the brown season; only silence from Mother and Father
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