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Little Salmon

Sweet little salmon, so fast and so swift; She keeps up with the others so big and so strong. Swims

They are scattered Maybe all but gone now, But I wish for a hint Of them In seeing them shine,

It’s funny if a unicorn was a thing. A thing to touch To feel; It’s funny if a rainbow’s

Sunday morning, damp bench, Deep Creek Lake State Park. Pandemic pup sits beside me, panting after her free run,

Photo used under a Creative Commons license from flickr user R. Miller. I Want a Leader I want

The dappled willow thrived where the waterlogged yellow cypress had withered. “They’ll drink all the water you can give

It was the right time For the longest hug. Had my nephew fathomed the death of his own

In 2008, while working for the International Brotherhood of Electrical Workers, I traveled to Mississippi, as a “released staff” to

I have always been frightened by math. 8,473 km, 5,264.878 miles between Amazon rain forests, Greenland ice sheets.

Raspy cough, white bathrobe, fingers reaching for your ivory coffee mug, red lipstick on the rim, fingers, slender and strong