Five Poems of Neighborhood 

“‘What have you got there?’ ‘It’s snapper.’/“Did you catch it?’ ‘No, my dad caught it—/He says to watch out for any tiny bones.'” 

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4 x 9

“Anyone who keeps/A compost heap knows the whole of life”

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Fly Fishing

“What does it bring to light?/What meaning is there to land?/Have you killed a bit of me? I doubt it.”

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Oncology

“More truths than cancer creep beneath our speech.”

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The River Walk

“They bring us here, to a place/Elsewhere, where there is no motion”

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Epilogue

The citruses will still bear fruit, and if not these,/There will be others to form the soft flesh/Of oranges, new limes: all creating in their rot.”

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Equinox

“Yet the cold does not rest there.”

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