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In the Heat of August

In the Heat of Augustby Michael DoyleRising temperatures affect the moodWith noisy insects seeming to intrudeSome live to complain line after lineBut I think instead, I’ll make August mineEven a poet or two finds it a povertyThat they cannot enjoy … Continue reading

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Waters Felt As Wild

Waters Felt As Wildby Michael DoyleLooking to the commons differentlyWe sip at the waters reverentlyWith willows and elms along the banksAs a praying man, I stop to give thanksNo matter how much we pollute the watersTheir resilience slips back dreamilyAs … Continue reading

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