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Gems
Small fish
in flowing strands
beneath the river's bank
so iridescent in the sun...
pure gems.
In Time
Only
untended graves
are left to see. All those
who used to tend...at last became
tendees.
End of the Line
Spreading
out everywhere
filling all the spaces
between the ties and rusty rails ...
poppies.
Return to the front page of this issue:
Amaze Vol. 1, No. 2 Fall & Winter 2002.
Go to the
Poets & Authors page for the poet's
biographical sketch and email link.
These poems are Copyright © 2002 by Fran Masat.
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