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 Apr 2019 Melissa S
CK Baker
pastel sunset
pared, silver moon
tide reflections on shimmering glass
the heavenly day, passed
Happy Easter!
You hear them murmur
their voices so weak
You must stand completely still to even hear a peep
They sound so earnest
Concerned more like
Every once in a while
A voice rises in pitch
intense and tight
A day in a court where the lawyers and judge confer before the judge declares the accused guilty without ever asking how do you plea .
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