 clouds
peak
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Warren Gossett
seaside . . . the moon pulls away from its reflection a deer's shadow
moving in shadows— mountain trail old neighborhood . . . even the memories have moved on long day—
a cricket begins its night early spring breeze— a fly finds fresh dog shit top drawer . . .
her photo still face up sunrise the old garage tries on a new coat of paint dawning . . .
behind the scrap metal pile newborn kittens buddha
in a curio shop his smile fading |