goldfield cemetery—
my ancestors in the section
with no headstone

Sandra Simpson

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

abandoned station—
a jaunty tail
on the dust-drawn cat

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Marietta McGregor

old-growth forest—
a fox lollops across
the macadam

Sandra Simpson

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