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Grammacy Park
Plain
brown
barrel,
yellow leaves
damp from morning dew
clinging to weathered stays, letting go . . .
a new world alive in the grass—acorns everywhere!
Karina Klesko, US |
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Fibonacci Sequence
There Is A Presence
who
walks
garden
paths scented
with her own delight,
a sprite of my mind,
rare, sublime,
demure—
my
Ann
John Daleiden |
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"Weep not for Me Mother,
in the grave I have life."*
Sharp
glints
of steel.
The wind coos
old prison pigeons.
Cigarettes stucco'd to the ground,
twenty-six years old, three kids and the wife is pregnant.
Edana Summers, UK
*from Requiem 1935-1940,"Crucifixion", Anna Akhmatova
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After Drought And Harsh,
Humid Days
we
slip
slowly
from summer’s
luscious, tight embrace
into shortened days and cool nights,
awakening at dawn to dew filled grass where deer feed.
John Daleiden, US
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