Black water running slow and steady
on a quiet and gray evening
leaves floating atop the creek
unsupported by anything in this whole world
like ghosts, like memories...
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A Cousin to the Sycamore
When I travel by canoe, by bicycle, by crutch, by foot or by wheelchair I am part of this wide world I am in and of and with the ear...
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There was a play staged by a forest primeval I had a bit part I served as the stage manager in a play within a play put on for my own benefi... -
I found two square inches in the middle of a medium sized woods in the middle of a fairly large city and those two square inches contained m... -
What the sycamore saw she wouldn't say but she left signs all along the forest floor And seeing the corner of a stained ...
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