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A frog staring ahead though blades of grass

one frog one scorpion

By Keith Burton i was stretching my legs on the littoralgiving names to the shapes of the cloudsthat swam across the lake’s reflectionwhen trouble came crawling on eight legs. help me across he asked with a period. i knew better; i had an owl’s acuity.no can do, i know you…

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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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