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02-18-09

Shoveling dry snow
in the wind – The gulls
circle and call

Each of us
someday
Sirens’ call

Each of us
someday
Siren’s call

These old lungs
Plastic flapping on
wooded branches

Le mot juste
Raindrops on a
dry field

I am
A flat field, receiving
raindrops

Snow melts
on a flat field – What happened
to us?

A gull soars
then disappears
Grey clouds

Dead birds
Cheap
Peruvian sweater

Geese
descend again, then
again

A hawk circles
Silently searching
for flight

Geese rest
in the field
Until tomorrow