7.10.11

The school and the flag:
the same three colors–inverse,
though, in prominence.

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7.9.11

Napping in a chair
by the open window, a
concordant cry: “Goal!”

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7.8.11

A light bulb halo
glows through curtains that hang like
crimson angel wings.

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7.7.11

List’ning to the rain
in a quiet apartment
is a day well spent.

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7.6.11

Under London’s tears,
beneath a slate umbrella,
a dream measures up.

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7.5.11

Mary has clearly
left. But even Burt’s like-child
love of life is gone.

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7.4.11

The skyline sits–still
and steadfast–a hound on the
front porch at day’s end.

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