raining leaves, the rain rains too
rippling slow lake tide cuts diamonds
falling leaf . . .a spider leadsthe way
empty shell —someone I knowlost at sea
day moon —a starfish surfsmy thoughts
high-rise;the fear of jumpingfrom flames
crossing the finish line his shadow wins
July 4th – Independence
Window Sills
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