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Linda Blaskey Deciding What to Do with an Old Love Seat from White Horses

I’ve been standing in front of it for so long the room has gone dark. It belonged to a friend long dead and had a settled life with her but a hard one with us. Certainly never cuddled on by you and me. Under our thin replacement slipcover it is rent by cat’s claws. From the corner of my eye something white moves beyond the window and for a moment I think it is snowing. But it is September and seventy, like me, and the movement is two white horses, tiny like toys, in the back pasture. A red-shouldered hawk sits on a fencepost waiting for prey. Yellow jackets circle the compost heap in search of something sweet.

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The Mojave River Review spring/summer 2019 issue spotlights superb poetry and prose by brilliant contributors from around the globe. Enjoy 2...

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