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    She breezes through the crowd:
    The old woman at the barrier
    squeezes the soft hands
    of her grandchildren, holding on... more »

  • The Fisherman

    The falling sun spreads light upon
    These hands that time has torn
    Deepened lines, from nets entwined,
    Have left the skin all worn.... more »

  • They Didn’t See Him Leave

    He slipped away in secrecy:
    no tears fell
    over the shaded grave,
    tucked away in a corner... more »