A Hundred Gourds 5:1 December 2015

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Wave after wave …
thinking of all those
I grew up with
and how the surf
takes everything back

space Marian Olson - USA
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  Without you
these cold autumn nights
no sugar
in my apples
no logs to burn

space Marian Olson - USA
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    the small mound
of wood chips turns to dust
all that’s left
of the giant beech tree
that held our names, our dreams

space Michele L. Harvey - USA
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every day
I look for small things
to bring some wonder
the fluff of a squirrel's tail
the flash of a cardinal

space Adelaide B. Shaw - USA
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  white rump
of a flicker in flight
hightailing it
at the first sign of trouble
my past comes back to haunt me

space Marilyn Fleming - USA
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swirling in a sunbeam
of my life
in each particle

space John Wisdom - USA
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