a selection
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O the purity
of the aloneness
of pulling off socks
Dark kitchen
but the lights of
a distant bridge
An old woman
breaking teeth
off a comb
Ignorant of their own souls
monkeys swinging
between temples
Possibly the
largest shell on the beach
and it looks like a shoe
Being sad
and pissing
at the same time
During lunch
stories about
sandwiches
Making
dying flowers glow
the moon's best intentions
Dusting a mirror
she takes a moment
to check her eyebrows
Small bronze head with big nose
holding down
take-out menus
Garden diary
all that's left
of the garden
Such an elegant rainfall
even the dog refuses
to shake it off
Cold summer rain
piercing my shirt
slipping between ribs
A small grave of sorrows
on one branch
in one bird
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Ronald Baatz
A Dream in the Cream
Black Fig Press, 2021
