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Forget-me-not in bloom along the path at Thorne-Swift Nature Preserve in Harbor Springs, Michigan in summer.

We’re not strangers here —
forget-me-nots raise blue heads
all along the path.

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Two manikin hands in an art studio window on an inside windowsill seen from outside in a northern Michigan town in summer.

Two manikin hands
in the studio window
gesture disbelief.

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A view of the end of a tree cut and stacked in northern Michigan in summer.

Trees cut and stacked,
rings like stars, suns with rays, eyes —
centuried birthmarks.

Haiku-a-day
A view of the end of a tree cut and stacked in northern Michigan in summer.

Trees cut and stacked,
rings like suns with rays, stars, eyes —
centuried birthmarks.

Haiku-a-day

Trees cut and stacked,
rings like eyes, stars, suns with rays —
centuried birthmarks.

Haiku-a-day
A view of the ends of trees cut and stacked in northern Michigan in summer.

Trees cut and stacked,
rings like eyes, suns with rays, stars —
centuried birthmarks.

Haiku-a-day

I swallow sunshine
until my head shatters like
sunlight confetti.

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A vase of daisies and hydrangea in St. Ignatius church on a Sunday summer afternoon in Good Hart, Michigan.

The light on Sunday,
daisies and spent hydrangeas
in the empty church.

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Canadian geese flat in Little Traverse Bay in Harbor Springs, Michigan on a summer morning.

Geese in the blue bay,
parents and babies like boats,
unmoored, unharbored.

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Tiny carved flowers on a centuries' old yellow wall in Mantua Italy.

The gentlest flowers,
not separate from the air —
but made out of air.

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A view looking up of the dome inside the Rotonda di San Lorenzo, Mantua, Italy.

I thought this was home,
the morning light in my arms,
I wake and it’s gone.

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View of the Torrechiara Castle at night with stars above in a dark blue sky.

Indigo night sky,
we walk the steep hill under
spring constellations.

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Two pigeons rest on the upper cornices of the Oratorio di San Rocco church in Lerici, Italy.

Like charcoal smudges,
perfectly drawn, sharp, black, gray,
birds rest by the sea.

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An astronomical clock on the Torre dell'Orologi, Mantua, Italy.

In my dream there was
a bellpull that rang the sun —
days like petals, pealed.

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View of the doors Baptistery of Parma looking up and skewed on a sunny spring day.

You’re like a stone door,
sealed at the bottom and sides —
even sky shut out.

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A view of the National Gallery with a bird flying just above it on a sunny day in Parma, Italy.

Blue wings like blue glass,
the bird above the building —
blue glass like blue sky.

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A view looking up inside the Mantua Cathedral (Cattedrale di San Pietro).

Stories come undone —
unwinding in rolling domes,
prayers shook loose, lost.

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A view within the cloisters of the Benedectine monastery of a faded fresco on a light yellow wall next to an arched doorway on a sunny day in Parma, Italy.

Echoes of archways,
doorways and long shadows cast —
transoms overhead.

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Yellow roses with magenta edges face upwards to a blue sky in Parma, Italy.

Roses face upwards —
with the hot, faraway sun,
an understanding.

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A view out of a wndow from the Farnese Theater to a spring day with blue sky in Parma, Italy.

My imperfect life,
having climbed out from under —
for what’s beautiful.