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overwhelming odds

in red line up upon the green

a ragtag group of minutemen

stand their ground

in flintlock noncompliance.
© Erik Hansen 2017

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4-11-17


the wind lifts and lowers

the boughs of the cedars

like hands waving

in greeting

in farewell

silent steps through the thick

moss blanket of the ground

a mourning dove’s

sad question

hides in the shadows

© Erik Hansen 2017

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