A Hundred Gourds 4:1 December 2014

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the bird
has flown, and yet
he left me
the tilt of his head
the look in his eye

space Alison Williams - UK
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of polishing words all day
I open a window –
the warbler's yellow-green song
stained with the coming autumn

space Sanjukta Asopa - India
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    carefully choosing
the goldest, crumpliest leaves
for his collage
the four-year-old asks
if it's true a heart can break

space Claire Everett - UK

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of Meyer lemons
not yet ripened …
I search for the faith
to see myself healed

space Janet Lynn Davis - USA
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  I wait
without wings
in the empty chapel …
organ music lifts me
by the marrow of my bones

space Jenny Ward Angyal - USA
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    those folk of other kingdoms,
the feathered, furred, and scaled –
where do they look
to catch the eye
of god?

space Mary Frederick Ahearn - USA
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