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Blithe Spirit, Vol. 29, Number 4, November 2019
journey's end
the red eyes
of a loon
sunflower fields
I never knew yellow
until now
the slough
behind our farmhouse
viridescent
with mallard drakes
in praise of morning
the vibrant trills
of prairie meadowlarks
rising up
from every fence post,
these old familiar songs
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