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Laryalee Fraser
our old trail...
the moss grown over last year's fire a mallard
waddles up the bank -- an old man's crumbs train whistle a dog's bark wavers summer mist
the rhythm of creaking saddles spring birdsong the new neighbor's barking dog morning sun
feathers the willow... goldfinch! food-bank line the candidate puts away his pen pink dusk
a hummingbird inspects the budding fuchsia sales flyer -- a crow paces the parking lot office window
the wing-thrust of a sparrow dead-end street a beetle crosses the yellow line |