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Baking heat searing noon light-- cool inside. [Piscataway, August 1st] |
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Near the trees light brown rabbit nibbles quietly. [Piscataway, August 2nd] |
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Distant songs birds, crickets; spider's golden thread. [Somerset, August 3rd] |
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Seeing my face: moisture-clouded mirror one clear runlet. [Somerset, August 4th] |
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Down below: glowing green pool midnight tryst. [Piscataway, August 5th] |
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Lawn chairs in a quiet corner: camera watches. [Piscataway, August 6th] |
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Down in the plaza intense drums beat; ringed by a crowd. [New York, August 7th] |
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After praying fast falling rain-- faster running. [Franklin, August 8th] |
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Quiet street dark familiar trees: my own door. [Calgary, August 9th] |
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Woken in the dark rain drums on the roof: open window. [Calgary, August 10th] |
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Drizzle and mist; lush green leaves drip on me. [Calgary, August 11th] |
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A little twig spins, tumbles, disappears: muddy river. [Calgary, August 12th] |
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Clouds at sunset light reflecting red: last light. [Calgary, August 13th] |
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Across the street, gay lights and chatter... walking home. [Calgary, August 14th] |
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Lighted window: balls on a pool table, players surround. [Calgary, August 15th] |
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Rushing water rippling reflections dark arches. [Calgary, August 16th] |
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Road turns blinding gold light: slower, slower. [Calgary, August 17th] |
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Sweaty jogger, tangled blond hair... rueful smile. [Calgary, August 18th] |
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Lone seagull gold flashes from its wings flying high. [Calgary, August 19th] |
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Quiet office everyone's gone home... except me. [Calgary, August 20th] |
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Dusty gravel crunches underfoot: hot sun. [Calgary, August 21st] |
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Dark plains horizon's orange glow... sky lightens. [Calgary, August 22nd] |
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Green below hills marked with orange... and blue pools. [New Jersey, August 23rd] |
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In the shade the tree sways slowly under my hand. [Piscataway, August 24th] |
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Suddenly awake water dripping, wind... prayed-for rain. [Somerset, August 25th] |
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Rainy morning geese strutting in the grass; brown evergreen. [Somerset, August 26th] |
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Quiet river drifts between the trees: surface swirls. [Somerset, August 27th] |
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Tall trees grassy plain and paths, suddenly a crowd. [Somerset, August 28th] |
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Soaring voices a mass of lustrous praise: healing hands. [New York, August 29th] |
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Blowing sand... the hollow of her throat a soft touch. [Somerset, August 30th] |
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First sunlight: a pink lattice on my bedroom wall. [Somerset, August 31st] |
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