a constant sunset
burns through the kitchen window
an orange trailer

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handfuls of ashes
spread kneedeep in cold water
float undissolving

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From a strange church pew
A lamb's red victory march
Even here I'm saved

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His Clara always
In the purple weeping room
Light grows long and fades

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Rainbow piano
Two duck–yellow oboists
Songs overlapping

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Polka–dotted wire
Guiding us to the spring song
Colorful buoys

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Twice crossed bridge
Bright poppies below
Bells sounding

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Wispy bearded priest
He took a new name in God
Me too, Michaelmas

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Bright colors and shapes
Windows opened to the night
Here too, He's missing

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Morning walk to work
Poppies curl in on themselves
I wish I were home

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Illumed by headlights
Tall grass along the highway
Grandpa's graveyard–sedge

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Church beams reflected
Ribs of a whale unending
Jonah in the night

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Spring mists cascading
Gently upon rows of green
Overpriced groceries

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Pink train cars
Like cherry blossoms
Going fast

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Bird watching wanting
to see, cheap binoculars,
more than what I have

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Large supple honkers
Frantic bid to see the pair
of Canada Geese

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Lone patch of pink in
The green quilted canopy
Last cherry blossom

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Leviathan ribs
Jut, piercing through the asphalt
Rust-bitten bridges

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Waiting for the bus
In the middle of the night
This cold March morning

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Chungking girl
Wakes up before me
Brown-haired, gone