for you, my hidden hope
is that missing me makes you,
like smoke, curl gently
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December
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- waiting on the new year to rise.
- rustic ochre (for wati)
- approaching winter's arms (for sagal)
- haiku 12.27.12
- contusions and choices
- haiku 12.21.12
- two moods on Newton, Connecticut
- bits of plum in mid-morning
- music break: rad
- iowa avenue, 8:42 a.m.
- the color of spring's return
- sunrise as serum
- beauty and bushmills
- dancing eyes at midnight
- haiku for meredith hunter
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