mum’s eightieth
she smiles . . . but her eyes
are light years away
Tom Staudt
visiting mum
at the hospital—
all the other mums
Rob Scott
the late light
sails an ebb-tide sea
Jan Dobb
destination—
a polished stone
rests in my palm
John Low
whale song—
the distances
that call us
Lorin Ford
homing shearwaters—
the evening sky grows dark
with wings
Lyn Reeves
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