butterflies flit
from garden to garden --
walking my shadow
swatting flies...
alone in the attic
on this summer day
standing in
the way of the autumn wind...
my old dog and me
whiskey stains
on One Man's Moon
. . .winter dawn
Frogpond, 35:2, 2012
Special Feature: Selected Poems for Reflections on Nakba Day
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My Dear Friends:
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