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Posted by Paul J. Willis on
 October 1, 2015 

October

I used to think the land
had something to say to us,
back when wildflowers
would come right up to your hand
as if they were tame.

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Posted by Paul J. Willis on
 September 1, 2015 

Clearing

Because there is the smell of burning grass
tonight, we linger.

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Posted by Paul J. Willis on
 November 1, 2013 

What We Have

There are still fall colors here, even in Santa Barbara:
the bright crimson of toyon berries, clustered
against the paling sky, the chartreuse mottling
of sycamore leaves and yellowing rust of bay …

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Posted by Paul J. Willis on
 October 1, 2013 

Listen

A lake lies all alone in its own shape.
It’s not going anywhere.
A lake can wait a long time
for a hiker to come
and camp on its shore.

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