contrail dreaming . . .
from somewhere
to somewhere
Glenys Ferguson
fallen leaves—
the path I was on
almost gone
Rob Scott
seat by the river
a path buried in leaves
wanders on
Lorraine Haig
curled up
in a kingfisher’s peep
the river’s weave
Nathan Sidney
dark forest
going deeper
into myself
Judith E.P. Johnson
late afternoon
gazanias turn westward
to a setting sun
Beverley George
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