Anhinga Drying Her Wings A poem by Laurie Kuntz Anhinga Drying Her Wings Where has she flownfor the need to stop on a lily pad and spread wet tipped wingsunder the ebb of day? What venture caused her to dive into this lagoon black with... Continue Reading →
Ovation A poem by Laurie Kuntz Ovation If this is my last poemmay my words continue. I’ll relax in breaths of finality-- I’ve joined in the laughter,the clapping after music, a hearty dinner, frivolities in all its forms. I stand in ovation for... Continue Reading →
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