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 May 1 st64
Bekah Halle
We just gathered,
out in the sun
coffee, play equipment, and water fun,
mothers, daughters, father and sons,
monkey bars were spied,
my inner child went wild
as I threw my legs up, up and over,
swinging and hanging smiles more than mild.
Why don't we do that,
more often than not?!
 Apr 27 st64
spysgrandson
on stone throne above me, in silent dominion
over his kingdom of cacti

this royal reptile knows I am here, prostrate--a simian cast
to the hard earth by a snake stung steed

this lizard saw the serpent strike, and my ten foot fall,
long as the length of sinful history

spine broken, all life's labors lost; no limb can move me
from this ground

the only sounds: my shallow begging of air and the mean symphony
of desert winds--their howling to be my dirge

the saurian monarch will be the lone child of God
to see my eyes close a final time  

perhaps this king will preside over my wake,
lapping at the feast of flies
On my bucket list is to ride a horse alone across open prairie or desert. According to all my equestrian friends, given that I am inexperienced, doing so would be ill advised. Perhaps the tale of the lizard king would be my fate if I did...
who knows what lies underneath
here the land goes up and down
water drains
into rivers
 Apr 13 st64
Farah Taskin
There are pandemics,
epidemics,enmity,
earthquakes, floods,
famine, wildfire,
volcanic eruptions,
cyclones,simoom,
tornadoes,hurricanes,
peril, disease, death,
war,weapons,moreover,
oppressors in this planet
Do you want and love peace?
Earth is not the suitable place to live
for you.
 Apr 11 st64
Stephen E Yocum
Our beauty outside is a fleeting thing,
is but a mask we all wear. And in time
something we must all surrender, when
the mask we see in our mirror is no
longer pleasing. But it's the beauty
within us that truly matters, and once
discovered and acknowledged never
really disappears.

Outer beauty can be seen with
a glance. Inner beauty must be
discovered. By ourselves firstly
and then recognized by others
who care enough to dig a little
deeper.
This write was inspired by the thoughtful
poem "Reflections versus perceptions"
by our lovely friend C.J. Sutherland.
 Apr 9 st64
Henry Hughes
They sat me at the window.
Black coffee, oats and honey,
Reading The Ginger Man.
The last few days are muddy.

From the depths of the café
Past tables of civil folk,
Families and friends,
She rose and donned her cloak.

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Her man paid the bill,
Opened the door,
And she stepped outside.

Long coat and long hair,
I longed to see her face before
She entered into the brisk midday.

I prayed she would turn left,
Pass in front of the window
That I might gaze upon her.

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She turned right.
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