“Zip”
A squirrel shifts above,
a white streak through the foliage —
and the chase is on!
Steve D
A squirrel shifts above,
a white streak through the foliage —
and the chase is on!
Steve D
A refreshing breeze
tumbles down the street, bringing
spots of spraying rain.
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Painters, woodworkers,
sculptors, clothiers, and bakers,
with goods to explore.
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All dressed up in clothes
adorable. We hope you
don’t spit up on them.
Steve D
We spent a morning
watching your eyes catch new light.
What do you perceive?
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Invisible lines
demarcating two driveways.
Do we need signs, too?
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Scratches in graphite,
mark each grammatical sin.
My sins have no end.
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First breath with a wail;
a gentle sigh with mom’s touch;
cooing greets the world.
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Thirty years on,
and I forget my age more
than fret over it.
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How can a few words
or seventeen syllables
capture a man’s life?
Steve D