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Tracy McPherson, US
 

 

 

 

Free Verse

At Last

back to the beach at last..
hearing Etta James sing
At Last
out of the "barghetto "
away from the freeway,
no more hourly Ghettobird
after sunset,
Assigned,
protected

offstreet parking,

A beautiful bayside walk
in a wildlife sanctuary.

Life is Good.

 

 

A Winter Night

The wind blows
clouds scud
in wisps and trails
spilling sudden splashes
of stardust
in the cold night air

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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