Lynne Potts



Swan Song

It was the song of a swan I heard falling in mist over the harbor after the ice broke leaving the shattered pattern of a spilt goblet, its long neck still, after splintering the air. And the swan herself mingled …

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Choreographed Calabash

Limbo a kind of dance, barely mentioning motion: a dove, a dish thrown at the wall, a cavalier smileb a pout that can’t be partitioned, your vague comment merely: Don’t throw the calabash melon out. Calabash, code for don’t throw, …

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