deep in the grove
where we once danced;
tule fog
a gecko's chirp loud
in an empty house
her Alzheimer's,
names forgotten
as well as our faults
days spent
decoding pebbles
off the trail,
the breeze and wild orchids
play guessing games
tantra pilgrimage,
rumps to the sky
back street boys
linger on the corner;
ba-donk-a-donk!
the fleshy sweetness
of a ripened peach
in the bomb shelter
an old can of
pork and beans
a shiny red bike
clears a path of pigeons
the mute boy,
face turned up in wonder,
now a bright moon
seen but not heard,
a maple leaf's piroeutte
John Merryfield 2, 6, 10, 12
Robin Beshers 1, 5, 8
William Sorlien 3, 7, 11
Eric V. 4, 9
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