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pine beetle -
fire on the mountain
yet no smoke?
hot summer sunrise -
as she irons in the nude
the hiss of steam
golden eagle -
the sheen of sun
soars
both hands shaking -
he is happy to save
half the shot
mountain aspens -
must have drank sunshine
all summer
death needle -
my labrador's pain
now mine
bull elk -
taunted by
his echo
standing by his grave -
I miss the story he told
over and over
mountain morning -
one hummingbird circles
the frozen feeder
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mountain camp -
the extinguished candle
lights every star
low neckline -
but still hidden
dark side of the moon
gunshots at dusk -
the coyotes run
with low backs
he's departed -
but she still pours a stiff one
at five
here and gone -
distant stars
fireflies
hospice kitchen -
on the wall
the last supper
catch and release -
still the trout
don't bite
on the grate -
man and blanket
army surplus
beaver dam -
only the moon
flows thru
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