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(These are excerpts—click on the titles to view the full pieces)

Gravity
 
I'm watching things fall—
a laugh from the other room,
a letter, released from its pile

 

Her Music
 
the room is filled
with god rays,
or there's a dark rose bud
blooming in a tall glass vase

 

The Wind the Wind
 
Storm thugs are vandalizing
the neighbourhood, I can hear them
throwing things

 

The snow has stopped
 
poor poet watching
as beauty slumps away