A Hundred Gourds 2:4 September 2013
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stirring bones
on the bottom,
south to north,
a river runs through
the words we don’t say

space Steven Carter - USA
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  wind chimes
made from bones
of killed songbirds
such is the music
of our hospitable planet

space LeRoy Gorman - Canada
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    bits of things
that make up the day
a reddened leaf
a feather, a piece of bone…
life's incantation

space Michele L. Harvey - USA
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From the open window
her autumn hair
in the afternoon light
stone house of the dead

space Marian Olson - USA
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  dark rocks
under a veil of water –
the echo
of ancient prayers

space Chase Fire - USA
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