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 Nov 2017
Butch Decatoria
It’s raining birdsong.
Spring arrival, graceful Swifts,
Two-tailed brother’s breeze.
 Nov 2017
Butch Decatoria
Thick swamp-summer days
Mossy lichen canopies,
High Noon Hideaway.
 Nov 2017
Butch Decatoria
Most prized possession
Priceless, precious thing, he hoards
*her untouched beauty
 Nov 2017
Ryan Holden
Pointed nose jumping
between shrubs, glowing orange,
Playing hide and seek.
 Oct 2017
Mike Adam
Wet
Paving slab sheen
Streetlamp puddle
Midnight rain
 Oct 2017
Butch Decatoria
So divine such grace
The word cannot embody
Ballet when God speaks.
 Sep 2017
wordvango
it is my dream to call the eagles down
with a word
to say how crystal is the river
like a diamond shimmers
in the sun
feel deeper the most tall
hills
take a flower into imagination
and taste it
shake the earth like
I am its creator
make  a psalm
a tribute
to every bit of beauty
her smile
a forest
the forest
her green eyes
her eyes reflecting
a blue sky
her  depth
her magnitude her love
the oceans
 Sep 2017
Donna
Sometimes I read books
But the pages kept ending
So I hugged the trees
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