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As I drive across the causewayI think of the bats underneathwho surely must be sleepingat high noon, given that theyemerge at dusk on theirappointed rounds asinsect catchers andgood stewards ofthese rice fields. I wonder if all the traffic noisebothers them … Continue reading →

You do not remember that self,that more-than-half-century-ago self, that skinny girl with braces and so muchlife ahead of her, though she sports the crinkly left eye that still looks smaller when yousmile, as if you are winking, just like your … Continue reading →

It’s been a long day, and you’re losing lightfaster now, the days shortening longbefore you’re ready, and at the busy intersection where it alwaystakes longer than you like for the lightto go green, you look beyond what’s in front of … Continue reading →

I don’t math for spit,as you, little sister,well know, and though neither of usis losing her hair (thankthe goddesses of tresses), you can’t be that oldbecause you still look45ish, while I’m rocking my old white-hairedself at 66. And besides,I have … Continue reading →

There she is,lying on the sidewalkas if the artist has left her there for passers-bylike me, her cherry cheeksbeaming, her purple hair streaming into—is thataqua?—so colorful,so fashionable down to her fuchsia shoes.What I like best are herextended arms—her here I … Continue reading →

(for Kay Duren) Taking a bag to the can on the streetin deep night, having forgotten earlier, I step into shine so radiant thatI could be working on a tan out here. And, marveling at the density of myshadow on … Continue reading →

The gaping mouthsof emptied binstossed on their sides by the big beaststhat have consumedwhat lay inside always look forlorna little lostas those tossed aside always do.

Not even the susurrus of a breezerustling through leaves—all is still by the river. I am late, the early birds,the day’s first walkershaving moved on. I usually take this pathwith another, but on thiscloudy morning, a spit of rain finallyfalling … Continue reading →

They paint the sky with swoopand fall, with pirouette and jeté, bird ribbons synchronizedin a dusky cloud shortly before sunset, perhaps tokeep warm, to whisper where to find food, all inpreparation for sleep. They have no leader;they follow no plan, … Continue reading →

Drops from oak tree just ahead of meon my walk, bounces twice,rolls over to displayits belly. I step over it, peer closely as it joinsits nutty brethren on the groundin this, the falling time,dropping like rain,wondering how many morewill fall. … Continue reading →