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Mother To Child

Laughing to confound me. / Laughing when I cut my finger, / bang my head. / Laughing when I’m angry. / You are too much like me. / You are too close.

One True Life

Walking to the neighborhood store, / my small, beautiful dog / straining at his red leash, and I / in my big winter jacket / against an April freeze and this / light battering of rain — / a young man approaches us, can / of beer and a Lotto / ticket in his hand.

Heaven

Selected Poems

Lake Temescal

Waking Up Ashamed

The Harrowing

That Other August 6

Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is

Thus You Have Five Yellow Cards And Still Have Not Advanced: A Question Of Scruples