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We spit and sputter
Veins rise up blue in our necks
Still, facts fall away
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Bright in blackened sky
this moon, super in our eyes,
fades with us to sleep.
MS 6/23/13
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Mica flecked stone,
chilled by Solstice dawn, glows,
brightly with promise.
MS 12/21/14
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Jupiter anchored high in a still blue darkening sky,
framed by dispersing contrails, vaguely pink,
the exhaust of happy vacationers,
headed south, dragging winter with them.
Ah, spring.
MS 11/20/12
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14 degrees.
No wind.
Dark cloudy moonless sky.
Yesterday’s snow, squeaky underfoot,
sparkles in the house lights.
Taut on leads, dogs stand alert,
erect, tails up, breath pushing clouds,
looking back at me,
wanting to run reckless into the night.
MS 2/2/19
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Cold waxing crescent
settles in the west,
an Islamic smile
over natal night.
Behind us Jove wakes
and rises.
MS 12/25/14
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Baleful, cold and bright
Luna stares tonight, unblinking,
astonished by fecund Earth,
within its jealous gaze.
MS 1/18/14
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No farms have these feet tread.
No voice calls from furrowed field,
still solstice’s orb unveils
this silvered night of green gone gray.
Turning winds chase summer’s whispered heat
from a cool and anxious north.
Daylight, sweet, bold, and bright,
squandered when it slid past nine,
precious now at six… shortly, five, and less.
Fence lines trap first fallen leaves
where tomatoes, hopeless, cling to shriveled vines.
Wood and wool will soon arrive
to warm from either side.
MS 9/18/13
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