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Issue # 1 March 2010
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Christine Redman-Waldeyer

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each leaf that turns
is like the blush rising,
one's cheeks
and the dropping
of each leaf
until I am free
of my foliage,
limbs bare
there is nothing
to stop winter,
the crisp sheets
of snow,
the wind that uncovers.