shaking her head

since much time has flown

it is beyond her comprehension

how remembrances of

the handful of sentences

he ejected that day

could still cause her

to weep

 

by mary ann blinkhorn

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steel-cheeked bluebird

i sit here a while

trying to envision him

pondering how

i’d describe him

 

blurred steel-cheeked bluebird

sitting atop blurred picket fence

wondering if he’ll

ever find happiness

i weep for him, sometimes

 

by mary ann blinkhorn