For the end of October
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October Margins
morning haze burning
off—the cross
on the steeple gleams
*
above the mountain
geese in the shape of a spear
underline the infinite
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power lines, a spine
thrust through red
limbs—October’s peak
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the dulled color of
maple leaves
under a puddle
These are simply sublime! You know I love all of your work, but your short-form poems (Lunes, haiku, etc.) are truly something special. Thank you! 🙏🙏🙏☺️
Absolutely lovely.