pear blossom wind
showering the old couple
in white confetti
John Low
weathered gravestone—
ocean winds claim
the child’s name
John Low
spuming breakers—
a shearwater’s
final wing beat
John Low
church bells—
a light shimmer
crosses the pond
John Low
destination—
a polished stone
rests in my palm
John Low
family album—
sepia whispers
in old rooms
John Low
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