Edge

Behold the priceless
Edge
In light dipped
Slightly

So the sun
Slipped melted and dripped

Off the burr
Molten
Mills in the mind
On creeks pushing
No wheel

An edge ground by violation
Falls on the
Earth and burns to the still

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Tiger Muskellunge

Don't call me at night
my name
if it is called
in that manner, ever

bobs on the water
in pale gleaming
gloss softly
rocks the eggs

in rippled
moon light

whose glow
attracts

the great
tiger muskellunge

dinosaurs the wake
he leaves behind.

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Dry Air Dish

The footfall
Breaking twig
Leaving emptiness

Could be anything
There before
There was something

Frightened
The little deer
In his hand
To leap

Snapped his thought
Awake
Set ajar

The moon
In the china saucer
And the question
How

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