swirling mist—
we follow the trail
of hoof prints
Lysa Collins
under the branches
of my make-do path
a signpost
Alex McKeown
at the crossroads
arrows go left, go right
to the same place
Barbara Taylor
from her birth to her death
all the burst bubbles
Maureen Sexton
mortality . . .
after our last visit
my deepest regrets
Barbara Taylor
dew on the porch
amazon box
let the pages fall
Alex McKeown
Echidna Tracks 