Kay Bressner Poems

No softer sound than
late morning shadows
on golden beige
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The meaning of life
is carried by cool rain,
rivers flowing,
blue lakes.
...

Instead of walking,
theoretically,
one could swim
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If I was a wild flower, an orchid,
in the Everglades, I might be

Like the butterflies in the cypress forest
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On a breezy night last June,
walking by the dunes,
hummin' a tune;
the new moon
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