From the Crow’s Nest
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as the rest of myself
Mothers’ Day
from thy wombs
spring forth all futures
and those of kindly souls
thy past shall be eternal
Angler’s Joy
hours
and nary a bite
still
a best fun day
Rush Hour
nothing but tail lights
cattle drive to wherever
clutch and brake nightmare
Getty Museum
where a man of wealth
some of his life’s garner shar’d
of fabulous art
Alpacan Moment
Bouquet
Nature’s fragrances
Breath of firmament Spirits
so savor’d by us
loujen haxm'Yor 