Lynn Kincade Biography

It is the black smoke rising
Oozing through shuttered windows
seeping into quiet corners
Blocking the heart from
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An elusive scent
The ghost of winter falters
On one plum blossom
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I remember
Hot summer days
with tarred sidewalks
sucking at ones feet
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A dark moon rising
mirrors despair upon the lake.
Black covers the waves,
smothering the winter light.
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