I have left the window open
for you, the deer who lives
beneath my sill and inside
my dreams.
Read MoreHer hands, asleep in tulip bulbs,
unfurl to chase the light—
out lurches the spider that lives inside her
Read MoreVanishing behind the curve,
The Promenade;
Slick and brilliant with rain,
Crowning the crescent sands of the darkling beach.
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