from wet clay
where no seed with grow
the worm
battle won,
the rooster strutting
with a limp
in the field
chirping wrens
on the mean bull's back
quiet twilight
even birds are listening
to the old push-mower
final resting place
beneath the new sunporch
another sparrow
november chill
creeping through
grandfather's house
the scent of wintergreen
woodshaving curl
in winter light
grandfather's violin
this autumn night
the small moth's touch -
shiver of the moon
first heavy snow
the broken fence leans
a little lower
winter dusk
the rhythm of her knife
chopping fruit and nuts
Christmas Eve . . .
in the snowbank
a full-grown angel print
biting my nails
the acned boy begs
my hand in marriage
floating through moonlight
to the New Year's dance
on big brother's arm
new year pledges
in my hand
pumpkin seeds
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