for years now
I have known you --
chance glimpses
through gaps in the fence
in the backyard
Spring 2009 issue of Ribbons
A Room of My Own: Normal Life, A Soap Bubble
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my friend turns
forty the age his father died
he mutters
*the Grim Reaper haunts me*
*like my walking shadow*
breaking news
at the first light of spring daw...