January and February, 2009
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Winter Storm
The ocean is a green fury. Rain
falling for three days
continues like a habit.
My nerves grow feeble
from lack of sun.
On the hill, shore pine
crippled with age.
I hear the wind honing my bones
clean as driftwood.
A black dog runs down the beach
chasing invisible gulls.
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"Winter Storm" was published in Woodrose.
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