how the light shines
not to be forgotten
like a thrush in a parrot’s cage
sometimes the shadows win
I approve of vanity.
the precarious position of proffering promises
bounty hunter, buxom blonde, bag of loot
bubbles galore
that’s a wash
time gets twisted but the tales get told
interlude with a moonbeam
Study: painting in twilight
sidewalk crew
tangled
little pitchers
it will last the year
as things transpire …
learned a thing or three
the opening steps of a dance I already knew
one fly in the ointment
making piranhas look like goldfish
last light on the promenade
new sheriff in town
dear, my darling lavender true
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