A Hundred Gourds 5:2 March 2016

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a small boy
staring out at a world
he doesn't know –
snug in his flannel robe,
shrouded in illness

space Janet Lynn Davis - USA
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  clover leaves
take over the manicured lawn
a late diagnosis
for the unchecked growth
of cells in my body

space Padma Thampatty - USA
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    thick clover
if good luck comes it won't be
from four leaves
         I have the years to know that,
         yet…what's the harm in looking?

space Adelaide B. Shaw - USA
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a bulbul lends
its music to the wind
I walk
empty rooms filled
with my wasted breath

space Kala Ramesh - India
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  their deaths
on the first and last day
of September …
a cardinal’s song
tips the equinox

space Mary Davila - USA
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    the bleakness
of dusk speaks to me –
how can an hour
be lonelier
than me?

space Mary Kendall - USA
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