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 Nov 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Before lightning strike—
White smoke and roll of thunder,
  .  .  .  Heron in the night.
 Nov 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Autumn stirs garden—
Last frog croaks, deer nostrils wet,
  .  .  .  Two breaths, one season.
 Nov 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Winter birds gathering—
White sea spray clouding the bay,
  .  .  .  Before the snows come.
 Nov 2013
Seán Mac Falls
She prolongs agony—
Razor lips cut so sweetly,
Can we be just friends?
 Nov 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Colours hug branches,
Hungry birds patching bare trees,
Wings of winter leaves.
 Nov 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Love, in garden rose,
Her little hands twining tight,
Heart rapt in tendril.
 Nov 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Get me off dance floor—
One step forward, two steps back,
  .  .  .  Walking wounded waltz.
 Nov 2013
Seán Mac Falls
In the unkept house,
Words are lost as doors open,
New dust coming in.
 Oct 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Ring-necked doves resting
Coo, build below higher nest—
Red hawks in the eggs.
 Oct 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Eyes, shimmer with lake,
We dipped our toes in water,
New man, new woman.
 Oct 2013
Seán Mac Falls
River, snow melt marches,
Tiny leaves, soft bells, bears early—
No salmon running.
 Oct 2013
Seán Mac Falls
My own undoing—
So close to eternal bliss,
  .  .  .  Dark, murderous lips.
 Oct 2013
Seán Mac Falls
After frightful morn—
Bright warm glow of sun fading,
  .  .  .  Day spent with elders.
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