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Soft Assurance

The feeling comes with morning, first light creasing the horizon, quarter moon high and the star cast of winter bright in the still dark west.

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Pulse of the Deeper Sea

silent and still on the pulse of the deeper sea,
the water below dark, impenetrable,
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Smell of Sawdust

You bring your hand and eye to the wood,
feeling your way along the grain,
the smell of sawdust sharp and pleasing.<!--

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Years of Silence

We get used to winter’s gray lid when sunlight becomes a memory, color fading into the mash of leaves on wet streets and sidewalks, the

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