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with any luck the yard will overtake the house
life sprawls beneath a certain kind of erasure
I count dandelions dimished by October
she is in the kitchen making pickled eggs
Tag Archives: October
why yes I did, on ocassion, wake up in strange places
The October rooster crows just before noon
somewhere across the street
between here and the rumors of sunshine
one block south
October-eve morning on the river (broken tanka)
fog off the water on a crisp AM:
a late September sunrise
oil paint orange, pink, and blue
my bed calls