It’s No Joke
By Glen Stephens
there is a strange sort of humor
about growing old
as if it were funny to forget
where you parked your car
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Raining on West Sound
By Glen Stephens
Masts at the marina totter with each gust
drunken sticks staggering nowhere
finches have fled the feeder
hide deep in the dark trees
by the path to the water