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October 2016, vol 12 no 3

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Aron Rothstein

Guiding Lights

I was formed by strong women. Sure in their choices. Sure in their actions. Pointing the way.

fog-shrouded path
tiny hoofprint
in a larger one

They showed me what it was to be privy to the one right way, but not how to find it. Sixty summers on I'm left searching; my guides only in memory.

no simple highway
light dark light dark
the forest trail