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Sad thoughts;

outside, the

wind picks up

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cat eyes

blink at

bright leaves falling

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Stars above house's eaves,

take out the trash;

a warm November.

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frosted clover patch

still shaded--

cold fingers!

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Hanging the

chalkboard –

First snow

Gladstone

the cast above us revolves

its quiet no longer begun

the metal thieves have been warned

still one trashy night I circled,

the purling motors in conference

like rams breathing mist

then flew enraged, tandem

saw the big one screech

in the possum-filled night

it is the same but much more

the lobe-slowed voice blurs and

everything is thin

a glad thought freezes in steam

next door the blue furl

seen from down roller-girl hill

underlit in a halfwooded mind

maybe it will stay empty forever

where crickets slip from rain

THE DREAM IS ALIVE

Looks like I'll be pumping up the old life raft for a journey back, of sorts. After years of self-imposed exile in the wordless universe, I now toss my OSTRAKA (ὄστρακα) into the THALASSA (Θάλασσα). This blog is hereby blogged-on-again.