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Lockdown
April, 2020
Eavesdropping on the conversation of birds
who guard my prison. Can I decode
vowels and trills beyond my cage?
Thus far little luck.
The twilight breeze cools
and moves
me and my tree.
Beyond my window
she bends and stretches.
I lift and count.
2020
Table of Contents
End of Time
Attention Must be Paid
I Cry All the Time
At Supper Time
Apples
Pandemia
Lockdown
Cicadas
Dogs
Morning
Sparrows
Mirrors
Stars in the Apple
Ominous the Silence
Another Birth
Day of the Dead
Conversations with my Tree
Some Time
Solstice 2020
More Poetry
The Agave Files
2021
2010 - 2019
2001 - 2009
20th Century
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