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A WIDOW’S WINDOW

Home once was an Idaho river valley,
the foothills warm with deer and sage,
red-wing blackbirds atop backwater reeds.
When did it become this ashen Northwest sky
of pining winds and gulls that screech?

My compass points north and south,
crosses borders—Canada, Mexico—
searches for the sun

A WIDOW’S WINDOW

Home once was an Idaho river valley,
the foothills warm with deer and sage,
red-wing blackbirds atop backwater reeds.
When did it become this ashen Northwest sky
of pining winds and gulls that screech?

My compass points north and south,
crosses borders—Canada, Mexico—
searches for the sun

Shaaron Droke, 67

Seattle / Boise, ID

 
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