Glenda L. Shank Poems

On a precipice I rest a moment,
a child's eyes wide with anticipation,
fear lies underneath; my changing roles
on the horizon, unbidden, yet real.
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Carefully selecting photos from the
hodge-podge of photographs, strewn across the
dining room table, discarding some and
keeping others, as if some images
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Mud caked boots
from feeding the horses in the last storm,
prominent beside the screen door.
Cast off end tables, replaced by something nicer,
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