birds rise early for love of spring
they sashay in bright new feathers
alone but also together
singing to turn sound into heat
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cheerup purty purty purty
each bird labors to raise the sun
stretched from beak to toes they’ve begun
sure day begins with melody
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still clinging to old tradition
house finches, sparrows and robins
together make the morning din
as light pierces the horizon
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I find one redeeming feature
shifting to Daylight Savings Time
is that I can see the sunrise
and hear birds sing their dawn chorus
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head cradled soft upon my breasts
you sing me tuneless songs, each line
growing more bawdy until I
stifle dreadful verse with a kiss
Dunes
crests and troughs ride the rolling tide
waves heavy with white grains of sand
stroke and shape the lake’s shifting land
until it slides dunes steep and wide
dunes slide steep and wide not real hills
but fine particles of rock ground
stacked grains without glue sculpted mounds
carved by wind gusts and water spills
wind blown carved by water until
keen sand thrusts a cliff-hanger pose
precarious, then a breeze blows
crests to clefts, the chasms to hills
dunes just flowers that own more time
wither bloom and shape the coastline
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silence settles on our shoulders
while pencils sweep into circles
where kittens, clocks, shortcake, journals
draw us together
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why does my dog lie sleepily content
while I gather blankets around my neck
then front to the floor hind still on the couch
stretches and wants out
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stupid rays began yesterday
to bebop through unwary heads
jammed and snarled until they overspread
and consumed my pink m&m’s
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earth sky earth sky just a cartwheel
spinning on a predetermined
axis and like the splintered glass
you came down piecemeal
the crafty sisters 