the
sun slow to set
the owl gives
two hoots
~B. L. Bruce
slow night
the security guard
draws dinosaurs
~John Pappas
winter
afternoon
so cold the hand
with the pen
~B. L. Bruce
without
whim
writing in blue
in my little red book
~Mark Gilbert
clifftop walk
staring into
the abyss
of a cell phone
~John
Hawkhead
sand fleas
which way the wind blows
no shadows
~Ron Scully
dung beetles rolling in worthless fortune
~John Hawkhead
orb spinner
nets an errant fly
location,
location, location
~Ron
Scully
primal rain
ants break rank
and dance
~Ron Scully
days
when words
will not come
the milk sours
~B. L. Bruce
forest stroll
we kick the pebble
back and forth
~John Pappas
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