a doll's house, for Bridget Sue Lambert

I had fun last nite
the surreal doll's house
the bedspread from a sock
football on the tv

purse contents strewn on the bed
preliminaries to an encounter
the small people in the mirror

oh, what a paradise is seems

temples

the elegant men
stroll by treasury temple
share drinks at Rhodes Tavern

the spring orange light
ionic columns glow (ering)
gone are the days of the Cash Room
here are the years of golden slacks

The Ship Breakers

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Medusa

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Glenkiln Cross

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The lovers leave by separate planes

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Goldvein

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