the morning breeze
turns maple leaves to song . . .
alone at the window
I hear how Mother's words
come home have aged
Revision, Skylark 3:1, Summer 2015
Special Feature: Selected Poems for Reflections on LGBTQ Rights in the Era
of Trumpism
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My Dear Friends:
Today, the first day of June, marks the beginning of the FIRST Pride Month
under the Convicted Felon, Donald Trump's authoritarian rule.
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