living elderly–
the front gate bending flowers
the old dog home
Poem Category: living elderly--
An older view
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living elderly–
prancing into the yard
a white moth brings more green
3165
living elderly–
a winter’s morning,
in empty mist the sole drips
3164
living elderly–
rain on the beach sand
unable to float the whale
3163
living elderly–
blown from the sand dunes
on the sea winds they came from
3162
living elderly–
the hen house on his patch
the red fox steals to
3161
living elderly–
the sinking sun stays
in the photo behind her
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living elderly–
now, blown by autumn
clouds in and out of the trees
3159
living elderly–
obeying me– yet
nameless to the dog
3158
living elderly–
the weathervane’s creak
making nights colder