Transition of Heartbeats A poem by Barry Lewis Transition of Heartbeats Small hands squeeze last drops of fun from summer—Sun winks approval. Trees, stairways to adventure. Azure sky, clouds, loose webbing for picking apples. Picnic remnants packed, blanket stashed. Summer... Continue Reading →
Whose Woods A poem by Barry Lewis Whose Woods Past the redbuds and lilacs, supermoon guides my path. Through the oaks and the pines, foolishly, I call them mine. Raccoon backwards down a tree, bandit stares suspiciously. Who intrudes, him... Continue Reading →
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