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By Casey Carney
He drops the crop
the horse startles up
fancy lady holds
the silver cup
the seeping crowds
pour in like foam
the announcer still riding
the megaphone
a snowfall of tickets
the heaving of horses
the fallen crop
and the yoke of roses.
Beach
By Carol Butzbach
Alone I am sitting
Feet immersed in the soft sand
with longing in my heart
Ocean Spirit
By Jaka
Nearing the shoals,
waves shatter against
formidable earth-forged rocks
in a flow . . . in a roar . . .
confronting obstacles ahead
with astounding, pounding energy
as arching ghost-flame crests
rise to subside upon the shore
rippling across foam bubbled sand,
a refrain of our beginnings . . .
the breath of our existence.
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By Lynn Kenyon
I hear the echo of time ringing in my ears.
What have I done?
Where have I been all of these years?
Did I make my mark?
Did I ever start?
Where have I been all of these years?
Who’s to say what’s right or wrong?
Who’s to say who’s weak or strong?
Who’s to say?
Where have I been all of these years.
Have I got it?
Did I have it?
What should I do? I don’t know.
Where have I been all of these years?
It’s late in life; I’m getting old and gray.
I fear the end is not too far away.
What, just what did I do with all of those years?
