cutting rhubarb
for my neighbour’s neighbour—
wind-blown smoke

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goldfield cemetery—
my ancestors in the section
with no headstone

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a blizzard of petals—
we all laugh
in the same language

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Lynette Arden

late winter . . .
a memory of tulips
slowly surfaces

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Marietta McGregor

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