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Fire Breather

By Olivia L. Casey My scales too heavy now for me to rise.Scales jabbed tightly in my many achesBraided up in agony, I lie. I lift a wing and loose a weakened cryFor I have found a body too weak to wakeThe heavy scales I carry at sunrise. Anxious eyes…

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Fall Leaves

Grandfather

By Gwendolyn Jensen Some say that fall is death                       or death imagined.And it is true that color                       announces both,Whether painted on                       the leaf or skin,Whether red or gold                       or pale clay. Grandfather’s picture was painted                       in his autumnGarden, in his dark green                       garden chair,The leg rest up, his legs                       stretched out to whereThe rotogravure is spread                       all around…

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