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late winter cough the crack in the souffle’…



 
falling snow – the memories I choose to keep…



 
shooting star our first pet was a retriever …



 
crescent moon she leans deeper into her cane …



 
sick in winter the infinite white of the ceiling…



 
the old elm its darkness perfected by snow …



 
Winter evening sunset in a glass of cognac…



 
with nicotine-stained fingers he pays the fare winter rain…



 
hospice pond a ripple settles into stillness…



 
living will — she paints her fingernails different colours …



 
pain meds wandering a maze of dim corridors…



 
Lakeview, Chicago I used to think if I could just see the lake, I wouldn’t feel alone. From my eighteenth floor window, the despair nudges me closer to looking…



 
after the scan the hospital monitor doesn’t settle…



 
summer twilight the sound of waves turning inward…



 
power outage the distant sound of a saxophone …



 
just enough for the trumpet vine cool breeze…



 
sunbeam under the overpass a cornflower blossoms…



 
using one to bookmark another summer reading…



 
summer street a boy rides a wheelie out of sight (Originally appeared in Frogpond 42: 2) …



 
Abu Dhabi above the falcon’s cry dawn …