Where river meets lake
we stand as Toronto gleams
across the waters.
Youngstown, NY
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Where river meets lake
we stand as Toronto gleams
across the waters.
Where river meets lake
we stand as Toronto gleams
across the waters.
Riverside village
quaint without self-consciousness,
where arts mix with charm.
Just water on rock.
And yet, sheer power compels
visitors to gape.
An unexpected
crocus emerges, smiling
from a brown leaf pile.
Florida is the
cheese at the end of the maze
known as air travel.
Slanting through speckled
panes, turning cobwebs into
faerie gossamer.
Now that the snow is
gone, her neglected garden
pokes up stalks of loss.
Hats, gloves, put away
in optimism return
for winter’s last gasp.
Spring ahead and lose
an hour. What I could have done
in that length of time…
a dilemma of
riches in tiny topaz
the art of language