fractions
verge on
unannounced completion as
senses confer wholeness
unless syllables
collapse
then
watched branches
quiver away fullness
revealing birds gone
far perhaps
south
this
month hearts
blossom forehand and
sift length from
width until
freshness
recurs
almost as
violets a cappella
matte finish leading
toward summer
made
not
freehand merely
arriving to amazement
informally felt shelter
to quash
partiality
sheila e. murphy
