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At Dawn: alba or aubade
At dawn the mist still lingers on the lawn: the shortening shade, like Avalon, seeks wisps of cloud to linger on but soon surrenders, and is gone. At dawn the world, by inches, cracks its eyes: and in the place … Continue reading
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Happy New Year: an acrostic
H ow many times must we repeat the same old lines, a nd with conviction try to p rove that our broken and misguided p olicies provide us with medicine and not poison that y ou and I so joyfully … Continue reading
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