After The Fog

by Robert VanderMolen

Shaving:
If I had a thinner face
Like D. H. Lawrence
Or Robert Creeley
I’d grow a beard (I told her)

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There were odd sounds I heard
Emanating from the dog
Lying next to the wall —
When I pried her mouth loose
A warbler flew out

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The yellows of winter sunsets
Over water, sliding into peach

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Trash stuck in hedges
Like old carnations