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lost and found

lost and found
a renga
by Layne Russell and Thomas D. Greer


    *
 *polo!   *polo*
    f   i r*  f   e
       *marco!*     l*    s
  *polo*
                              1:tg


stars of Sagitarius
sink behind the mountain
                              2:lr


at this distance
long after the wave
the voice
                              3:tg


white fog curls around redwoods
the phone ringing inside
                              4:lr

		
cigarette ash. . .
bartender punctuates
with the match
                              5:tg


firelight on the walll
his shadow toward me
                              6:lr


clouds over canyon
blue cast on red rock— 
black swifts dive and dart
                              7:lr


raindrops on the window
follow-the-leader
                              8:tg


open curtains
sun on glass
two little faces
                              9:lr


autumn moon
in the birdbath
                              10:tg 


water droplets
web between willows
yellow spider motionless
                              11:lr


deep breathing
the stars move
                              12:tg

 
nap time. . .
my ears attuned
to whispers
                              13:tg 


soft flute
through an open window
                              14:lr


first snow. . .
low flying geese
circle my garden pond
                              15:tg


gust of wind
catches my long black skirt
                              16:lr 


shaking leaves
from her hair. . .
fall and fall again
                              17:tg


morning walk home. . .
petals in his pocket
                              18:lr

                 
river trail
swirls of green— 
in the pines a doe
                              19:lr 


new watercolor set. . .
he paints a seascape
                              20:tg


breeze from the west— 
tall gold grass
brushes bare legs
                              21:lr


afternoon snooze...
dandelions between my toes
                              22:tg


all my fingers
move down the buttons. . .
mine then yours
                              23:lr

				   
in the background
guitar arpeggios
                              24:tg

                    
rising and falling. . .
by the end of the story
breathing in sync
                              25:tg


dawn meditation
silver light hits the bell
                              26:lr


snooze button
half-a-second ahead
of the alarm
                              27:tg


breaks through the ribbon
her first first
                              28:lr


breathless
promise-not-to-tell. . .
finger to lips
                              29:tg


words so soft
their heads touch
                              30:lr

            
box of notebooks
in the basement— 
poems in faded ink 
                              31:lr
 
		
garage sale surprise:
tie-dyes for top-dollar
                              32:tg


fifth shelf up
jar of pennies
oder than her mother
                              33:lr


all she left behind. . . 
hat boxes of spare buttons
                              34:tg


a hundred acres with cabin
virgin stand of red fir
last on the mountain
                              35:lr


lost and found...
Christopher Robin
                              36:tg

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