Barbara Spring Poems

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1.
We Never Speak

I caught a silver fish
I caught a fish of gold
The first one spoke to me
And so I let it go.
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2.
Harvest

Geese filled fields and apple fragrant orchards
Fruit stands bursting bins—
Bees tumble in velvet blooms
Gather sweetness, fly through honeyed air.
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