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Jun 2014
Spring Bath
Noontime perfumed
berries new grass.
Beneath honey locust
through hushed woods
we found a spring.
My feet throb over
hard pebbles.  Threading
soft water the sun
dresses us in golden
sequins.
Written by
Joan McNerney
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