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Summer-Fall '23

I didn't ask
Carolyn Martin

for another night      of raccoons        ransacking
the lawn     and brazen skunks       digging up
dahlias and mums      or     for a thunderous dawn
sneering      gray clouds      and devouring
any hint      of slivered blue      or     entertainment
by a feral cat     stalking       naïve squirrels
or the dozen      chickadees        sharing one more
crumbling       suet cake      and     I didn’t ask
Nature     how to love her      more      or Death
how to hate him      less      until      windchimes
tolled      and my mother     opened      light blue
eyes      and breathed        a final breath

Blissfully retired in Clackamas, Oregon, Carolyn Martin is a lover of gardening and snorkeling, feral cats and backyard birds, writing and photography. Her poems have appeared in more than 175 journals throughout North America, Australia, and the UK. Find out more at

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