mother lingers
before saying goodbye --
in her mind's eye
am I still
that wild ten-year-old
Gusts, 29 Spring/Summer 2019
A Room of My Own: Will Hope and History Rhyme?
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*Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words*, CXXXV: "hope and history rhyme"
one by one
origami cranes fall ...
in smoky twilight
squadrons of sniper drones...