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  Mar 2019 Rochelle Foles
Erin
Follow the sun,
little one.
Follow the sun
open your eyes,
rise. But
settle, too, nestle
in, rest.
  Mar 2019 Rochelle Foles
Peter Balkus
Love isn't blind,
blind are those,
who never loved.
Rochelle Foles Mar 2019
skipping stones
         on a
     still pond


ripples
become
tsunamis



thots
become
things
do we ever see the end from the beginning?
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