bathed in red church bells ring
autumn leaves falling into has been
in the river drifting through an ellipsis
the scentof honeysuckle last night’s dream
a twinkling of starsthe muse returns
moonlight fallsupon a quiet city sometimes a bit of magicis so ordinary
another monthof social distancingi sharemy aches and dreamswith the curbside rose
a shrouddrapes the orange tree winter rain
splash of a golf ball a duck’s eyeblinks
the sign saysnarrow road aheadtalk radio
hometown churcheven the belfry is empty
an empty bottle --little boyssmelling of Dad’s cologne
late night cityheadlights follow twistsin DNA
stone Buddhawhere the garden used to bedrifting leaves
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