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a break in
the clouds
my son and I fly over
the place he was born
- Richard Arnold
a fine
September
even yellowjackets drunk
on late blackberries
(for Jim)
- Winona Baker
walking
along the path
in these new woods,
blackberries
- Allan
Brown
summer heat
uplifted
by the whir
of a raven in flight
-
elehna de sousa
starry moss
soft between my toes –
gazing at galaxies
- Melissa Dixon
late summer party
-
her few dance steps
after a song ends
- raoul fernandes
dried-up
pond
initials in alder bark
scabbed over
- Alice
Frampton
winter moon
the park sculpture
changes shape
- Laryalee Fraser
even the
water fountain
and the fire hydrant
are dripping wet
- Ava
Kar
a cloudless
sky –
field horses raising
puffs of dust
- Carole MacRury
smelling the rosemary
hours later
on my hands
- Richard Powell
first watering -
a moth flutters up
from the nozzle spray
- Richard
Stevenson
reaching
to her breast scar, he cups
his hand
- Naomi
Beth Wakan
a lingering
scent
of distant cherry blossoms –
gossamer lovers
- Catherine Yamamoto
The
temple bell –
a water strider rests
on its haloes
- Edward Zuk
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