a bruised apple rolls
off the shelf
Buenos Aires tango
at the end of an alley
the Big Dipper
sultry evening
the moon's tide
pulls me in
his oil paintings
so unlike mine—
passion fruit
so unlike mine—
passion fruit
old pier
boats in the marina
moaning
boats in the marina
moaning
carrying on
as if nothing had happened
dogwood in bloom
as if nothing had happened
dogwood in bloom
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