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June 1, 2020
Lori M. Cameron, editor
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What More? – L. B. Green

    . ..and my greatest joys have been solitary
    and laden with care.
    Andre Gide, March, 1893, Montpellier, France

What more can I know of promise,
save this: grass, river, stars,

children, animals: every thing borne
of silence? My own breath,

just so: a simple repetition, as is lifting
this cup of tea to my mouth, sitting here, crossing

one leg over the other. More often
than not feeling inept, and doubtful,

still God-like, and grateful to utter, however
softly: woman, mother, apple, pear.


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