0111082011
Mosquitoes exist
to feed hungry dragonflies.
Why does pain exist?
0123072011
Poets and saints know,
Wilder concludes in Our Town,
what life is about.
0221072011
Forty-two summers
since that boot made that print there
we walk no farther.
0119072011
Light that fades away
returns again in morning
penetrating air.
0219072011
Furry fireflies
drum my sweaty bare body
sentinels of dark.
0421072011
I took my shirt off
running a mile in the heat.
Women looked at me.
0124082011
Millipede couple:
double stack locomotion.
Sex, transit, sans love.
0224082011
Bark-hewn initials
record our undying love,
beech scars changed with time.
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