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Fox returns
Sometimes what you hope happens…happens.
The grey fox appears at your feet, offering her wildness.
She knows the taste
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Eating a bee
Last May a friend gave me a box of chocolates shaped like bees. Later I took a picture of one
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Someone I never was
The morning shuffle out of the bedroom, the way he pauses at the door hunched over his aluminum walker, looking
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Point of view
Accept the purples the night sky pours out over you, the stars, silvery pins holding it up, the way you
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Button
You still have the button from your husband’s trousers, a bit of marbled-brown plastic, found on the floor,
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Sorrow, visiting
Sometimes, like a breeze passing over you, so subtle not even the tips of leaves and fronds of ferns move,
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Summer solstice
If on phone, turning it sideways (landscape) best displays poetic line breaks.
Let this day, beginning in grey light
lapping
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Two free hours
There is a moment in a caregiver's journey when hiring help in the home is essential to well-
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A caring rant
I can't tell you how many times over the last 8 years of solo, ever-evolving caregiving, people
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Homely, lovely
For some it is the light, but for me, the darkness that opens a pathway. I let it pour into
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Evidence
There is a place in the woods below so holy you mistake it for ordinary.
Within a universe of redwoods,
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International Haiku Day
In starlight, such peace.
Bears, foxes, all come to you.
By day, your heart, wild.
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Baring
Standing under a string of satellites, the night, a black kite, I lean out of my body. No wind, no
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In between
How do you measure pain?
The hospice nurse offers a range, one to ten. A place on her form wants
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Let's say
Let’s say there is a mountain and many ridges crowned with trees, some naked maples and alders, others spicy-
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Stray whiskers
A bowl of stray whiskers, feline. I can’t decide if they are a collection or an offering.
Some are
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Light-eater
"We eat light, drink it in through our skins." — James Turrell, artist & MacArthur Fellow, known for his
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Starfish
All night my mind full of starfish, their bodies a shock of salmon-y red, their bodies succulent hands and