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An Ode to My Fallen Lunch

by Jacqueline Hyatt Five minutes in line  And a credit card swipe Of $9.99, my salad was  Easily earned.  Kale and spinach,  Cherry tomatoes,  And dried cranberries  In a capped paper cup  Took a tumble when I tripped In my too-big sandals  And planted a vegetable garden On cement stairs.

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Mother Load

By Nancy Baker It was after the washing of the dinner pots and dishes, the reading of today’s paper, the tucking in bed of the younger ones. It was after I heard him say as he walked out the back door, “I’ll see you later,” and I responded, “Good luck…

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