have I grown old?
one holiday song
and I get weepy
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awake before dawn
scrape scrape scrape
the cat in her box
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morning chores
still time
to admire the fog
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gray winter beach
the curving tracks
the fisherman’s cart
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coastal morning
chaparral, madrone, and pine
surrender their mist
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a day after rain
the weeds by the exit
looking greener
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that happens again —
the old dog snapping
at the new puppy
