only in dreams
our goodbyes
never
end
Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo
only in dreams
our goodbyes
never
end
Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo
painted
ladies float
like fall leaves
on a capricious wind
spin
around me
in a color cyclone
Ginny Short
Our
egg tray carried
marbles and hair clips, a swirl
of dusty
sunlight.
Dennis
Andrew S. Aguinaldo
St. Paddy’s Day
a wee bit different this year
outside seats
six feet apart —
still, green beer tickles the nose
midst
the smell of cabbage
Pat Geyer