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Summer Fruit

Stop changing I tell the peaches, pluots, and plums, as I pull them from the sack and line them up straight Stay as you are, sufficiently fragile and alive for ripening to remain ready, with sweetness to drip when my … Continue reading

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Zugzwang

By the time we sat in the room where life turned from what was, to what would be I had barely begun to believe there was a game, and we were players there was a strategy, and you intended to … Continue reading

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dukkha

I found myself apologizing to the peaches again today, the green ones I found on the ground, near the coneflower that could never make it to bud After the hail, and the late snow, and my intermittent neglect, somehow they … Continue reading

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misconduct

while i was away the weeds decided to stage a coup across the rocks   and plants   and trees where i’d spent whole days meticulously digging out the thistle      unwinding the bindweed moving the rocks aside    to get at  … Continue reading

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