nothing left but bones this late summer day

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i give a rock from the mountaintop to a child

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day moon a boiled egg for breakfast

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evening walk a whole family in one room

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lines in he cleans his catch in the river

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summer doldrums the beach ball motionless on the pool

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shelling peas the child's round fingers

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memories the scars in the kitchen table

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the deep bow of a sunflower into shade

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alone i lean against the tree it leans back

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summer ending the old woman's deep sigh

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in their trucks two farmers talk about the weather

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remission the driftwood flows in and out

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tomato blossoms a breeze lifts the hair on my arm

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moon halo fireflies in the mason jar

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through the park following the shade an old couple

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working the flower garden her freckled hands

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empty sky a bare spot on the melon

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dry heat the neighbor's dog pees through the fence

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my son's blank stare as I explain scarecrows

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lighting one cigarette with another the fence builder

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Mariposa 18 (2008)

thunderheads the boy picks a scab

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crescent moon his straw hat cocked back

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buffing an apple on my shirt hazy sun

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waxing moon we push back from the dinner table

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more lightning quick footfalls down the trail

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near the end he writes with a pencil stub

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crescent moon the ice cream carton left out

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roadside cross the teddy bear watches traffic

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moon viewing the teen's yawn

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