A Hundred Gourds 5:3 June 2016

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Anna Cates – USA


He’s lied to me, so I can no longer trust him. Still, the light is shining in his eyes.

after egg rolls
a dinner date and I
open fortune cookies


Sometimes I miss you, though you tracked mud into the house and spilled coffee on the rug. The house feels empty now that you are gone.

autumn sunset
the soft touch
of your hand

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