Leaving the Scene
Two deer are grazing in the shadows
the marsh grass casts across the field
as sunset spreads. Their stand disputes
the dusk, and dark is almost appealed.
A swan glides in a nearby pond—
spotless as an expected snow.
With unwieldy precision, before dark falls,
it takes flight, slow, but straight as a crow.
MIDSUMMER AND PINE POLLEN
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Well, this it it — the Summer Solstice. I am now fully moved to my new
apartment, and though it still looks like an obstacle course with all the
boxes and ...
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