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cinders like fireflies
the summer she turned sixteen
a bonfire of loss
his two grown daughters
anchor him on either side
his last beach visit
small trajectories
the straw wrapper taking flight
across the table
playing with mirrors
determined to see himself
to infinity
opening the book
to find a photo bookmark
a child, date, and age
her eyes shift skyward
to find the familiar moon
staying up past noon
the youthful maestro
convinced of the recorder's
infallible song
waking from a nap
the shadows of mini-blinds
edged with afternoon
kitten in her lap
the sleeping ball of black fur
rising and falling
places I can't reach
droplets running down your spine
from the drowning pool
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Cheers,
Renee Zepeda
Editor
God and His Angels
have always been with me
I shall fear not
Dear Newbie
Thank you for being
a part of my neighborhood
Glad you are here!
summertime's hot winds
bending over the cell phone
finger in my ear
mentally tracing
the outline and deep shadows
of a charmed necklace
near the garbage can
with lettuce and feta cheese
abandoned rabbit
demolition days
the sand castle's western wall
welcoming the tide
waking in the night
fingertips along the wall
to guide her way home
teasing the kite string
dragon huffing and puffing
to a crystal sky
voracious vacuum
grabs hold of the tasseled rug
for some tug o' war
still in the driveway
reading the new manual
cover to cover
summer's first delight
the ripened apricot held
between tongue and cheek
fingering fabric
wondering what it would take
to mismeasure you
When the weather's hot
kelapa muda cools down
with rose syrup, please?
My favorite cake
is the Italian cake
called "tiramisu"
at dawn, two women
laughter rolls from their window
birds caught eavesdropping
wetlands shimmering
singing to one another
a train and cricket
tall reeds giving way
a mother with one duckling
so fiercely guarded
lightning fast spider
peering into the tissue
to find only dust
quick breath of four wings
still fluttering, still tumbling
only the hawk cries
gray cement mixer
casting shadows on the ground
like empty cannons
charging into you
door tugged from opposite sides
charging into me
text message arrives
vibrating hot in my hand
this endless summer
under the window
small dove in the flower box
still stunned and confused
out here in the reeds
we would plant a floating house
and learn how to row
aching legs and chest
from running through fire season
smoke breathed into you
wood planks of the bridge
lift their fingers to trip me
time to stop and play
two dozen roses
nothing so complicated
nor simple as this
My birthday this year
might be the best one ever!
I really can't wait!
Oh no, I forgot!
My cousin Leo's birthday
just passed last Tuesday
Cousin Daniel
is having birthday today
I'd better call him!
Sorry that I can't do much
since I'm faraway
All I can do now
is sending you hugs, kisses
lots and lots of them! :)
take care of one another
until forever!
sent from Kent, Little England
I was so happy
The flower sender
is sleeping at the moment
I miss him so much
I have never had
this feeling for many years
until I met him
But how does he know
I love white flowers only?
I never told him!
He can't read my mind
but he reads my heart and soul
more than anyone
A mind in my heart
A soulful heart in my mind
There is where he stays
So Flower Sender,
once again let me thank you
for everything
I like my long hair
even though it is not thick
and got some split ends
Sleepless
I do not sleep much
I always stay up so late
Sleep for few hours
Furniture and Furnishings
Sofa needs fixing
Naughty dogs think it is food
It is full of holes
