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Month: September 2016

Indian Summer

Farmhouse kitchen family gathered
around the table shucking corn,
ceiling fan stirring the silk.
Cat napping in the corner
as they drink iced tea.
Bounty harvest
sustains through

My poems

War Lullaby

No speech, only
    violins, violas, cellos, bass
        flying across stings,
        gusto, allegro

plucking staccato.

Bows rising in unison
like toy soldiers.
Andante, smooth, sleepy rhythm.

Strings play a story
for every heart to hear.


My poems

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