picnics and kite flying
the opening words
of Richard the Third

first spring wind
through the window
cool jazz

gazing heavenward
I breathe in
           the sunshine

back upon cold stone
gazing at branches
still bare

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top half champion =

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she smiles
as I offer her
my umbrella

flake by flake
moment by moment
only with you

a dandelion brushes
her lashes
spring wishes

two sprouts
grow together
i watch alone

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champion =

bottom half champion =

she gallops inside,    unbuttoning
up the stairs
first day of shorts

first warm day
in the air
the smell of charcoal smoke

menagerie of doves
I envy the flocks
aiming south

stormy skies
under the rose petal
a ladybug

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bottom quarter champion =

the crack
of the bat—
a splitting headache

showers of rain
. . . from nowhere
cut ultimate frisbee short

hail—
not so big
in daddy’s palm

lying on a blanket
with Ben & Jerry—
cloud-watching