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I wonder if the river remembers uslike sands rinsing back in layerswitnessed by tree canopyand fish bones or drowned onesreleased from beneath potholesto swim recurrent in paisley-sky summers—currents repeatedly drinking time’s deaths, washing themback up, to play in sun flints.
Linda J Kohler
Audrey Howitt
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A licensed attorney and psychotherapist, opera singer, voice teacher, and poet.
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