that old bend
a bridge across it
orion reflected on bay
cup full with infusion
lake city, long sound
between street and shore
baskets on mule
large bell
dock root and nettle
soaking
the patience grid
bleachers at long game
lash of wind upon broad view
tight weave
when stitch is laid even
spell of understanding
collecting stones along coast
constitutional
foggy port where ferry returns
eyes write first sentence
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