The lively ivy
goes climbing, climbing, climbing.
A tyke in a tree.
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– orha writes
The lively ivy
goes climbing, climbing, climbing.
A tyke in a tree.
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– orha writes
The melted butter
ribboning on coffee cake:
river tumbling rocks.
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– orha writes
Hummingbird feeder—
Everyone at this club is
hopped up on cocaine.
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– orha writes
Where the thicket parts
a cat with thorn-bloodied paws
keeps the twilight watch.
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– orha writes
Steam on my shoulders:
rolling turmoil. I stare at
mist on the mountains.
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– orha writes
In early autumn
the tryst of sprinklers and rain
leaves my lawn soaking.
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– orha writes
Shadow with a bat
chisels tattoos in the van
lost after last call.
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– orha writes
Winter’s gibbous moon
as full as can be hoped for
with the wind’s chipping.
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– orha writes
This goddamn diva,
one leaf yellow, one leaf brown.
Dry! Drowning! Dying!
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– orha writes
The paint brush bristles
flick dots from their twisted ends.
Myrtle tree branches.
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– orha writes