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 May 2014
martin
river changing course
finds line of least resistance
water carry me
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Death silences birds  .  .  .
In the plain, carryon fields,
  .  .  .  Crows flying in low.
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Troubled waters rise—
Sands march, locust lost in maize,
Harvest moon sinking.
 Apr 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Winter fantasia—
Wolves and loon moaning full moon,  
Snow white swans landing.
 Apr 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Outside is great cave  .  .  .
Coal mines exploding the skies,
  .  .  .  Canaries long dead.
 Apr 2014
Seán Mac Falls
White face burns in night  .  .  .
Light of moon slides across lake,
  .  .  .  Spot on loneliness.
 Apr 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Small shell of her back—
Slip of tongue rounds breaking mouth,
  .  .  .  Arms surrendering.
 Apr 2014
Seán Mac Falls
My memories burn  .  .  .
Red rose lighted by the moon,
  .  .  .  Cold funeral pyre.
 Apr 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Loudly oily crows  .  .  .
Craning, walk prehistoric,
  .  .  .  Shining in the sun.
 Apr 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Daisies crowd my lawn,
Soon clover, bees, butterflies—
Now, garden meadow.
 Apr 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Before man was tree,
Babel bodied giants branch,
With celestial hands.
 Apr 2014
Seán Mac Falls
There is no threshold  .  .  .
Lines between earth and heaven,
When is shrub a tree?
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