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Jane Reichhold
an´ya
Del Doughty
Charles Trumbull
Paul O. Williams
Elizabeth Howard
an´ya
Carlos Colón
Jane Reichhold
Robert Major
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outer space
limbs of the bare oak reach
the farthest stars
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Jane Reichhold
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Blue morning light
at the writing desk–
the rain falls harder
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Del Doughty
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where nobody cares,
growing with green vigor
the sumac
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Paul O. Williams
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one limb at a time–
the falcon calls her fledglings
nearer to flight
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an´ya
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knocked off by rain
camellias bloom again
in the puddles
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Jane Reichhold
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horse trough
a cowboy chips away
the winter
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an´ya
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the bell rings
again the playground fills
with pigeons
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Charles Trumbull
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cliff trail
a raven´s broad shadow sweeps
the greening valley
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Elizabeth Howard
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wobbly legs
the stray kitten plops
into a purr
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Carlos Colón
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bumbled by a bee
rugosa rose petals fall
through the breathless air
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Robert Major
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