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 Oct 2013
Seán Mac Falls
The book of changes—
Universe of knowledge in leaves,
Four seasons, one tree.
 Oct 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Troubled waters rise—
Sands march, locust lost in maize,
Harvest moon sinking.
 Oct 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Morning mind crackles,
Darting flight of spooked birds,
  .  .  .  One lover has left.
 Oct 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Two prideful lovers—
In cold lips empty chamber,
  .  .  .  Words wait to be said.
 Oct 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Sky was not enough—
Bird flew into my window,
Broke neck hitting glass.
 Oct 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Mountain silhouette—
All there is of earth and sky,
  .  .  .  Did we ever love?
 Oct 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Moon, low, moans in sky,
Sun is blood, shot over forests—
Red, burning leaves grieve.
 Oct 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Colours hug branches,
Hungry birds patching bare trees,
Wings of winter leaves.
 Oct 2013
Seán Mac Falls
On my garden lawn,
A croquet field of red *****,
Whoops without mallet.
 Oct 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Our perfect kiss—
Lost in autumns lonely winds,
  .  .  .  Single leaf falling.
 Oct 2013
Carsyn Smith
No matter tree strong
Or branch withered and shakey
Leaves must fall alone
 Oct 2013
Seán Mac Falls
One lash from her eye—
Lovely, cruel voice binding me,
  .  .  .  Exquisite torment.
 Oct 2013
Carsyn Smith
The dullest life lived
is one lived never fully
aware of the world
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