A Hundred Gourds 2:4 September 2013
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Tom Painting - USA


The solo road trip across the high plains was intended to be cathartic. Mile after mile of nothing to do but listen to oldies station and think of her. “Hey, you’ve got to hide your love away.”

tribal land
vultures circle
the blue

Autumn Clarity

She wore Ambush. So, this evening at the poetry reading, when I caught the scent, I looked up expecting to see the girl I remembered, only to find a stranger in the youth of old age.

annual garden
the cosmos
gone to seed

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