the
stubs that make a rainbow crayon sky
Arvinder Kaur
no one cries
at the pauper's funeral
windswept
leaf
Arvinder Kaur
just enough strength
to blow a dandelion
hospice window
Arvinder
Kaur
the
stubs that make a rainbow crayon sky
Arvinder Kaur
no one cries
at the pauper's funeral
windswept
leaf
Arvinder Kaur
just enough strength
to blow a dandelion
hospice window
Arvinder
Kaur
the
jagged edge of loneliness frost moon
Mona Bedi
believing
it to be true aurora borealis
Mona Bedi
summer’s
end the change in my perspective
Mona Bedi
my heart plays
Mozart’s A-fib sonata
until
the beat should stop
Ray Spitzenberger