lost river
childhood memories
gone underground
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Jean LeBlanc
Jean LeBlanc is a poet, artist, and teacher in Newton, New Jersey. She teaches writing and literature at Sussex County Community College. Her collections of short-form poetry include The Opposite of Bird (Cyberwit, 2015) and The Haiku Aesthetic: Short Form Poetry as a Study in Craft (Cyberwit, 2013).
In her blog, www.jeanleblancpoetry.blogspot.com, she contemplates the role of art and poetry in our weird, mixed-up world.
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lovely tone and sentiment, just enough
here, where my cat is buried.
the new girl brushing
her tail
across
bare
ankle
deep
creek
shadow
sung
suddenly…
old is.
as it has
shooting star..
cloudy night
smells of autumn.
closer to the fire
faster
crickets
getting dawn
red
fox
.
and another if gets away. . .. .
I was walking through a cemetery in Philadelphia the other day .
I noticed how many grates there were for streams covered over.
a blue sky is not clear .
so many crows
hoarse