Updated November 25, 1996
Again,
A job has gone astray.
Again,
The light's gone from the day.
Again,
I search to find a way.
This time,
I'll wait to hear God say,
I've come,
To all your fears alay.
Updated November 17, 1996
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What is it
that makes
a person
happy,
I try to
think when
I've free
time.
Now usually
I admit
more than
ever,
now and then
I look for
that secret
everywhere.
By Anvisha Agarwal
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tucked between
fallen leaves
a white chrysanthemum-
once pinned to my label
by your unsteady hands
Neca Stoller
--*--
kitchen window
steamy
soup kettle
Nancy Ayash
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My New Friend
he stops me
on the street
for a loan
to buy a glass
of milk
I ask how much
one costs
and he says
that it runs
about a dollar
in today's
inflated economy
--*--
Winsome cowboys ride
horses along a broken fence
in
the Autumn chill.
Updated November 11, 1996
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Autumn fields lament
-hoarse whisper
farmer scans newspaper
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black tree shadows
gash sunlit snow
zebra hide
Nancy Ayash
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(sijo)
Old age had claimed the maple tree planted when our sons
were born;
amid sweet scent of colored leaves, its death
lay heavy on the lawn.
Nearby, a small shoot standing
strong; evening songbirds come to perch.
~ Elizabeth St Jacques