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July 2014, vol 10, no 2

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Mary Frederick Ahearn


When we're old, we're not supposed to close our eyes, sway and dance.... Didn't we say so ourselves once?

the way the willow bends
another Springtime

There are the days we wake up cold, old, unsteady but there still are those other days we wake up young, reborn in the sweetness of the overnight rain. We dance.

our voices
uneven and thin
sing out our hallelujahs