at the crossroads
arrows go left, go right
to the same place
Barbara Taylor
mortality . . .
after our last visit
my deepest regrets
Barbara Taylor
a tricky jigsaw . . .
across the sunset valley
lines of merinos
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lunch break
I smile at pink petals
in the cashier’s hair
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daybreak
morning glory hugs
the parched dam
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masked parishioners
queue at drive-through
confessions
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Barbara A. Taylor
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