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  • Writer's pictureJean Linville

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Updated: Jan 14, 2021


January 5 - January 9 Week 52/72


long draws of the train whistle

travel up through the valley over

hillsides covered in faint outlines of trees

carrying a cargo of memories

childhood counting games

from my grandparent's front porch


thick ice and liquid water

where messages from torpid trout

carp and pond turtles buried

deep in a shoe-sucking muck

rise in bubbles flattening themselves

against smooth, cold surface just

beneath the bellies of two mute swans


an inhale and exhale

life and death as a large

red-tailed hawk sits high above

watchful and waiting for

the slightest movement, beware

darling little mourning dove



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nbpt108
Jan 14, 2021

Breathing in

Breathing out

Continuing as necessary

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Bethe Hagens
Bethe Hagens
Jan 12, 2021

You've been out a lot more than I have this month. It is kind of chilly even running over to the shop to water the plants (still in pj's) and the ten steps is takes to throw crow food later on (still in pj's). I can't make myself take down our little Christmas wreath. It seems so far in the past ever since last week happened. The birds are more and more precious. We have a lot of mourning doves all of a sudden, even some that look like youngsters. I'm now wondering if the crows are almost standing guard. They don't pick on anybody. But I do see the red-tailed hawk in a tree across the wetlands and wonder…

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