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A Cabbage White butterfly feeds on a wildflower in July in Michigan.

Off of the main road,
down the slope, along the path,
the Cabbage White feeds.

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A view of tall pine trees against a pre-dawn sky with the tip of Ursa Minor still glowing.

Summer starts to fade,
the head of Ursa Minor
lifts its nose at dawn.

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A view of a sunny window and pew inside the St. Ignatius Church in Good Hart, Michigan on a summer day.

Look what we can do —
hearing the soft undersong,
changing every day.

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Lake Michigan in Harbor Springs on a calm summer morning at sunrise.

We’re here a short time,
the horizon brightens fast —
we’re changing with it.

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A small watercolor painting titled, 'Abandoned Orchard' by Ruth Mabie.

Abandoned painting —
out on a table tagged, “FREE,”
I take it with me.

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A white water lily blooming on a pond in northern Michigan in summer.

White water lilies
bloom from underwater stems —
the pond’s surface breaks.

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A black and white horse in a green field eating clover in northern Michigan in summer.

The black and white horse
in a field of sweet clover,
her life in this spot.

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A small pond edged by milkweed and wild grasses reflecting blue sky in northern Michigan in summer.

Summer milkweed lines
the shallow blue bullfrog pond,
deep with July sky.

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A statue of Mary at the Lakeview cemetary in Harbor Springs, Michigan in summer.

Mary of mourning,
spider nests instead of stars
fill your night blue sky.

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Forget-me-not in bloom along the path at Thorne-Swift Nature Preserve in Harbor Springs, Michigan in summer.

We’re not strangers here —
forget-me-nots raise blue heads
all along the path.

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Two manikin hands in an art studio window on an inside windowsill seen from outside in a northern Michigan town in summer.

Two manikin hands
in the studio window
gesture disbelief.

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A view of the end of a tree cut and stacked in northern Michigan in summer.

Trees cut and stacked,
rings like stars, suns with rays, eyes —
centuried birthmarks.

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A view of the end of a tree cut and stacked in northern Michigan in summer.

Trees cut and stacked,
rings like suns with rays, stars, eyes —
centuried birthmarks.

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Trees cut and stacked,
rings like eyes, stars, suns with rays —
centuried birthmarks.

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A view of the ends of trees cut and stacked in northern Michigan in summer.

Trees cut and stacked,
rings like eyes, suns with rays, stars —
centuried birthmarks.

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I swallow sunshine
until my head shatters like
sunlight confetti.

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A vase of daisies and hydrangea in St. Ignatius church on a Sunday summer afternoon in Good Hart, Michigan.

The light on Sunday,
daisies and spent hydrangeas
in the empty church.

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Canadian geese flat in Little Traverse Bay in Harbor Springs, Michigan on a summer morning.

Geese in the blue bay,
parents and babies like boats,
unmoored, unharbored.

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Tiny carved flowers on a centuries' old yellow wall in Mantua Italy.

The gentlest flowers,
not separate from the air —
but made out of air.

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A view looking up of the dome inside the Rotonda di San Lorenzo, Mantua, Italy.

I thought this was home,
the morning light in my arms,
I wake and it’s gone.