Sunday’s Hay Field

  sadness is a raw wound wrapped in bandagesliving in the thought of a picnic without dancing antsa family carrying a basket with lost Sundays and sandwiches listening to the radio, pretending to dancebitter the old man who can no longer stand to eat corntoothless, he remembers the river swallowing a closing glance his son, […]

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Blue-Green Algae

A patch of dandelions sway with rhythm down by the murky old pondFor the north wind blows breezes of olden days and mysteries bornTheir long thin necks hold round cottony seeds for new life to spawnLike endless weeping willows wailing to the fish telling tales of scorn Those catfish hunters don’t come around anymore in […]

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Scorched Earth

Drifting in and out through the crying blackened bushRestricting airflow from seeking lung cells that pushTowards pockets of coolness and a nontoxic timeTo a land where the killing of nature is a real crimeWhere bullets and hatred don’t govern the dayAnd children with asthma come out safely to play An environment where oodles of patents […]

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BALANCE

An abandoned finch nest, now lay silent and empty, once fashioned with love for three peeping chicks. Red and yellow leaves are seen winking, swinging, as they dangle precariously from the old oak trees. Squirrels stockpiling acorns in their wintery holes, and less buzzing of bees while the bats enter torpor. Stripped are the bottom […]

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