blue morning
ghost of a moon smile
three vultures
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red bud blossoms
flickers of warmth
in grey fog
rain lilies dawn’s fading stars
the road to summer
a field full of primroses
& a killdeer’s cries
spring wildflowers
the pennies I found
outside the jail
like Bashō
I walked the length of Japan
said Fitbit’s email
tree shadows
late sunset painted
on brick homes
Venus peeks out from
a cirrus curtain
the old dog’s ribs
shift with each breath
these long nights
the moon
cradled in elm
branches
plastic ghosts
sway on the wind
long autumn
shadows
full trees still
cling
to summer