Accidental poetry

I write poetry when the spirit moves me. It's accidental because I haven't studied it and meter confounds me.

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Watching the Sky

What to Remember When Leaving

For the Pretty File

Too Much

Quantum Physics Can Be So Disconcerting

Wondering

Impromptu Haiku: 1

Impromptu Haiku: 2

Osmanthus fragrans

For Billy Collins

An Arizona Summer Cut Short

The Junk Drawer

His Angel Wept

Now That I'm Gone

Flying Over Britain

Dreaming

Loving You

To Live Again

War Lament

Too Late

Four Very Short Poems