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Butterfly Autumn

If You Were Still

So Sunlight Could Have an Altar

I Heard it From the Photograph

A Moment's Heat

Notes in the Margin

When My Roots Surrender

The Bloom and Weed of It

From Temple to Bloom

Sleep Alert: Storm Front Forming

Starlight Inkwells

He Chose Concrete and a Maid

Paper Thin Immediate

Created to Hold but Never Reach

Enter April

Wind wing and Sorrow

Sanctuary of Spoiling

My Journey of Poems

Today the Sun Is an Eraser

Without Sun ~