- Jose Faus - June 6 (post July 18)
Near Points of Rock
one even-toed ungulate
sniffs ancient winds
tramples barren seeds
shreds scruff grass
rolls in shallow wallow
lumbers to a slope
where a contract traveler
in one shot settles a score
oblivious to the season’s tone
Using the post above, I contributed to the conversation with the post below.
- Lydia Lowe - June 8 (post July 20)
Sitting, half hidden behind thick, green, leaves
with a view to the kill
and bearing silent witness,
is a boy who thought he was a man.
A tear runs down his cheek
and he feels like a child again,
longing to run away, hide, and yet,
to scared to move with a contract killer
creeping closer, still on the loose
down below.
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