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by T. Lynn Wright

Created on: August 05, 2009

The Summer People

The summer people are going away. The beach plum trees sway in the last warm wind, bereft on the shore with weathered lounge chairs. Shutters silvered from a century of nor'easters are latched and umbrellas lean like folded blooms. The espadrilles are packed away. The ferry is crowded with bodies in shades of mocha and lobster. The air smells of a bittersweet ambivalence. The summer people have gone away.

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Poetry: Hometowns

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by Elizabeth M Young

Driving down over the levee
Down into my old town
The grime and the decay
The main drag that goes on through
To places in the
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Hometown

Somewhere in my mind,
I walk alone, deep into the crevice
Of long ago memories,
And out of curiosity,
I find a quiet
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The Summer People

The summer people are going away. The beach plum trees sway in the last warm wind, bereft on the
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by DM Zwack

You Are Now Here
This is not a town;
The trees were cut
To board windows shut.
The silos were knocked down.
No barns were razed,
Just
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by J.R. Lewis

The Christmas Parade

Holiday cheer spills into the streets
Clustering the crosswalks,
Giggling the street signs
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