Except
Nine ducks cross
my street,
mama, fine-feathered
ducklings—
except the dead
one.
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September is the season for shipwrecks and bear attacks. Don't be a sailor or hiker in the fall. Save your recklessness for the month o...
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a brief walk with my sister fallen redwood tree decaying for centuries— a gray fox meets my gaze -
when you and your ancestors and your children were dead I went back to the place where I first touched your smooth gray shell ...
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