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An Evening In The Yard

eveningtime under the apple tree

I thought: let’s stay out till it rains.
The forecast says 6 o’clock.
So we dined and we danced
and we played my guitar
…without a single drop.

The sun was tucked behind the clouds
and slowly it slipped off to rest.
So we entered dark rooms,
with the dusk in our lungs,
and we trundled along off to bed. (more…)

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Owen Beach (April 2014)

owen beach pink

On the rocky shores of Owen Beach,
where the pebbles rattle in the waves,
where the surf is dark and foamy white,
she hugged my knees, afraid.

She asked to go; I asked to stay.
She sat awhile on my lap and found
five shells, a nugget of glass.
We gathered sticks, searched for wrens,

and, with a start,
she ran to the tide
to splash in the evening sound. (more…)

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