the man the gun and the dog (Rg Gregory Poem)
yesterday the man was pleased the sun sat in the tree and all upon the land held to the harmony ...
yesterday the man was pleased the sun sat in the tree and all upon the land held to the harmony ...
(a) orihuela-time the sun in orihuela calms the dust and people glide about the streets at ease (problems left indoors ...
The children, the aged, the infirm among us destined to oblivion marginalized in the budget services removed aides eliminated advocated ...
The stronger winds the rain in the night exposing the limbs the arms of the trees stripped bare of their ...
Soon the walls will be buried the old stone walls under the lichen, the leaves, the needles buried under the ...
The sounds all around me muffled this morning the air gray no edge to the clouds Brightening yet awash with ...
The color richer somehow, because it was muted not exactly in shadows the sun behind dark clouds Hiding in plain ...
Just a few flakes drifting down, against a patina of white the world waiting for the storm all quiet, in ...
The world out my window awash in a milk bath muted, cold a gray patina, snow coming January 8, 2010 ...
A murmur, the muted notes whispering into the silent sanctuary The refrain of the song, hushed breathing more than filler, ...
Each of them, arms raised around the center, the connected circle individual petals of the coneflower clothed in pastel, muted ...
in the dirt, the lawn, just barely visible a bit of smooth color, catching the light the wet earth, after ...
A white young paw, an orange tiger arm reaching, squeezed, under the bedroom door resting on the pile carpet, gently ...
The ferns, the moss, the grass rise up, in the shadowed places up out of the moist rich ground adding ...
I heard the murmurs, the exclaiming the muted hushed knowing on the growing, the maturing the changes in all of ...
A single flute, ancient, native sounding in the room, down by my feet, echoing muted, through the space oozing into ...
Across the room under sticky, greasy, fresh fingerprints, the static-held dust, a constellation of stars little white lights of the ...
Pulling out of the lot falling into the fog enveloped by its stillness its wet blanket lost to the noise ...
A quilted sky hung over the moon hiding the full face of it, lit by its glow obscured and translucent ...
An urgent call a race down the dark stairs a flicker of color as I ran outside an arc, His ...
A walk in spring to calm interview nerves smell of dogwood a burst of soft color, if pastels can burst, ...
Board meeting over Stars and clouds call. Alone on the lake, Time to unwind. 11 o'clock under A moonlit sky. ...
Over the tree line Under the blue Powerless ghost Servant of day A leaf pressed under waxed paper Muted and ...
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
She was thinner, with a mannered gauntness as she paused just inside the double glass doors to survey the room, ...
Awakening in the twenty four hour embrace of a few moments sleep, where half a lifetime eludes dreams; and feeling ...
This house which is lived in resounds with the chorus of voices bound in the press of its generous, unconcealed ...
Seven tailored suits, matching shoes and socks, a brace of muted ties with subtle breast pocket handkerchiefs descried, you wouldn't ...
The mystery of a smile that glows within your eyes and is framed in an innocent countenance passes not unheeded. ...
As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by one Along high walls; And along black streets that glisten ...
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