Ku

wind out of the South
stings my face with frozen rain
that time you left me

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all night the migrating geese chatter:: my first grandson

--for AnZe in Shenzhen whom I cannot wait to hold

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thinking stone means this gleaming thing:: any more
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wage slave:: my heart in the gulls eye at dawn
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gulls dip and yaw over the whitecaps:: last years oak leaf
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snow squall iris by the tree:: Mercedes front-end 
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cracking my eyes:: headlights on the Maple
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holding your hand in my dream:: the sound of the wind
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hoary waves crashing the shore in pitch:: the decade fades
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first impressions
in last nights snow
fox tracks
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silent night
a glass of whisky
left
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