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Lacuna

By Lisa Post
August 23, 2020
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Crunchy grass, withered

flowers; my yard’s a desert.

I smile as dark

clouds hang low overhead. Birds

stop singing. I smile: Rain.

 

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Lisa Post

I am a wife, mother of 7, student, and writer. I love to write fiction, poetry, and humorous non-fiction. In my spare time, I love to quilt, read, and drink lots of coffee and oolong tea.

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