She took her comfort there
and gave it to her own
when lightning-streaked howling winds
on moonless nights
roared in to steal their sleep.
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Murky
The avenue beats a discordant symphony.
Street lamps circle dim around the moths.
Terriers strut tethered taut to widows’ wrists.
Teamsters haul their loads up to the docks.
Far off sirens race beneath an ash-filled sky.
Jane packs up her empty can and pleading signs,
Warms her suckling daughter at her breast
And wheels her stroller to the bridge.
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Homeward
Charred bone and ashes
Ride buckled in the back seat
Bumpy road back home
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Stifled
Summer dashing
finding yesterday.
Yea, take it!
You may have it all,
its musty steam and
absent season breeze.
Ask an onion,
Hope is in the Fall.
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