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A Hundred Gourds 4:4 September 2015

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Petrichor Dawn

red chestnut blossom
seen for the first time –
welcome, traveler!

em

a pollen sneeze
wakens the neighborhood

rs

spring sale ad
on a big old fence
along the crack of dawn

rl

the broken bowl mended
with a golden seam

em

ouch! he cried
as she pulled out the thorn
under a wintry moon

rs

ticking off the shopping list
by a snow-covered drugstore

rl

***




trying in vain
to climb the Penrose stairs
again and again

em

the classics teacher’s
first sign of dementia

rs

Facebook buzz
to find out which kind
of animal I am

rl

slinking through the forest
in full camouflage

em

the Milky Way
seems closer tonight
tea for two

rs

a cold wind swings
the town bell

rl

weighed down
with dark berries and myths,
elder branches hang

em


did the magician really turn
the sow’s ear to a silk purse?

rs

all the fuss
of the X Factor auditions
till she started singing

rl

nothing tentative about
the first brimstone’s flight

em

through the window
the mingling of burnt toast
and lilac smells

rs

wouldn’t trade for anything
this rain aftertaste

rl

***



a dream cityscape
with towers of shining marble
and empty streets

em

reading Annotated Alice
to her four-year-old

rs

his screensaver
still morphs their selfies
into a couple pic

rl

how much would it cost
to remove this tattoo?

em

the grouchy waiter
shooting eye-daggers
for the lousy tip

rs

by a pool we laugh at her take
on the ice-bucket challenge

rl

collected, forgotten
a half-dozen dog whelks
move out of the sun

em

squiggly heat waves rising
from the fresh-laid tarmac

rs

thinking about
the best possible model
for primordial soup

rl

the lid of Pandora’s box
opens just a chink

em

what wonderment!
imagining the Greek chorus
dancing to Pindar

rs

making faces
to the Man in the Moon

rl

***



cover your roses
with sacking
as the nights draw in

em

an aging goose left behind
in the withered field

rs

would it take long
to make this shack
feel like home?

rl

soap bubbles drift
out the open window

em

by hook and by crook
I cut a sneaking sprig
of cherry blossoms

rs

in the petrichor dawn
horizons widening

rl



Composed at The Renku Group, June 14, 2014 to March 10, 2015

Elizabeth McFarland
Karlsruhe, Germany

Richard St. Clair
Cambridge, Massachusetts, USA

Roman Lyakhovetsky
Maale Adumim, Israel


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