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CIRQUE
Flight
Jack Broom
Joanne Townsend
Notebook: August 18, 2016 In that fresh breeze of morning out in the sunshine are you taking notice how the house sparrows cheep as they always have and blooms of lantana spread their gold? Notice also how cascading roses beg attention and perhaps in the cemeteries under new velvet moss old ghosts quiet down.
Think on last night, that nagging full moon. the one the Cree named moon when the young ducks fly. You were on the patio looking up--torn between promise and sadness-a skip in your heartbeat the catch in your breath-Out in the sunshine in that fresh breeze of morning-Twenty years and your errant child has not come home.