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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4215 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Milkweed Paul Lyons Waking by the river I gather from the grass signs of coming weather. Now the broken glass is scattered and the western winds deliver dust to scrub me clean. I register this matter in the milkweed pod and seed: I will travel, clever not to step where you have walked, either toward the sea with this passing front heading as the current eddies or downward at a slant just as I am found among the bound roots that work the shattered glass to sand. |
