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Sky an Iris

Her will is resolute, and he knows enough not to challenge it.

Sky Tongued Back with Light

You’ll find me here in the peach orchard, the most I can muster.

Sky Tumbling Down

The clearest memory was when his father shot a grizzly.

Skylight

I’m no longer the buzzards glooming over the mango tree.

Smoke Bushes

I bought two for my wedding, planted them in pots on the patio by the pond.

Smoke Jumpers

He probably had an order. Ludes, Dexis, Black Birds—who knew.

Snapper

A Midwestern man is never without his knife. Half of us carry guns.

Snow Valley

Each drifting snowflake falls nowhere but here and now

Snowed-In, Little Mountain Valley

The willows crack as the startled deer flee into a deeper darkness.

Snowy

The owl was a white that could not be compromised by any other color.

Solitaries

They know whoever passes on the curving road just by the footstep.

Solstice Prayer

In the reign of the cold, in the name of the sorrow, in the flame of the hark.

Some Half-World

Distance, I’m discovering, is better in the imagination.

Someday the Desert will Sing

Through all this the sands kept vigil, harboring blood and bones.

Something Distinctly Human

I was created in His image I had dominion over every thing

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond

you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens her first rose

Song

Beached on the kingdom I learned to swim with my eyes closed.

Song

Ahab went mad when he saw the sea is just the sea and nothing more.

Song of a Spadefoot Toad

Filarial worms in bloodstream darkness know when it’s night.

Sonnet of the Sweet Complaint

If you are hidden treasure, mine, don’t let me lose what I have gained.

Spelter, West Virginia (Unincorporated)

A plastic Kroger’s bag caught in the chinking—Spelter’s only banner.

Spot the Stations

When I wasn’t teaching social studies, I basically lived on my balcony.

Spring Begins in Checotah, Oklahoma

Oklahoma, a state shaped like a pot, probably some gruel inside.

Stargazer

He could smell the bear’s breath, feel the hot huff against his ear.

Starlight

All night, rain from the distant past. I sometimes waken as a child.

Starlight on the Veld

The wind was like a girl sobbing out her story of betrayal to the stars.

Statehood

I couldn’t make sense of the ruined house, the love stained to its creases. Sometimes life is a sequence of departures, sometimes a destruction.

Statues

Sometimes the old men held their fishing poles like divinations.

Stigmata of Love and Other Poems

My cry for the first time fastened garlands of hope to the roof.

Still Life with a Seashell and Dr. Caligari

Oh brother, the eye of the needle is shaking the weather awake.