Orange blossoms
drain under sun,
finger-tapping a fading ho-hum.
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- Doves With Razor Beaks Triolet
- Dispersing Body
- Neuroplasticity
- There's a Hermit
- Imagiste Poem
- What Trees Talk About
- Cold With Neglect
- A Rush of Clouds
- A Dead Ideal
- One Quick Sketch of Time (or of a Time)
- Tossed
- Heading East
- The King's Been Dead, Long Live the New One When?
- Simple Economics Get Us Up
- On the Clock
- Hi, Laforgue
- Tip Top
- How is Such a Wall Alive!
- Whorty Shorty (Under the Wall)
- Roxxxy Mounts the Wall (Attempt Two)
- Khunn Mounts the Wall (Atempt One)
- The Berry Wall
- Anchovy Sugar (with notes)
- Night 2010
- No Reasons and Nothing to Sing About
- Fountain Out Blinds
- More Than Silence
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