The fog rises up
ghostlike from the lake surface–
Winter surrenders.
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Lauren Chiasson
Lauren Chiasson, LaurenCpoet at aol dot com
Lauren Chiasson
Barefootpoet
Detroit born and raised
gypsy soul, travels on the wings of the wind
listens to its voices
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solitary star
one alone-
conversing with the wind
countryside dinner
scent of burnt soil
for rice season
storks in flight
white caps upon the lake …
threatening tropical breeze
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