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“The Plural of Albatross”
https://theravensperch.com/the-plural-of-albatross-by-ellen-roberts-young/
" Old earth,
your home, is creaking.
Can you hear how much
too fast the hidden heart is
beating?"
https://theravensperch.com/cry-for-the-earth-by-ellen-roberts-young/
"Judith"
As painted, several times,
by Artemisia Gentileschi
She’s sneaking out like an ordinary thief
—though most thieves don’t bring a maid
to carry the loot—the contraband
in her basket a severed head. . . .
https://rockvalereview.com/judith-and-judiths-maid-remembers-by-ellen-roberts-young/
“Earth and Sky”:
Look up: a great void.
How to emulate such
height, such absence? . . .
https://www.abandonedmine.org/earth-and-sky-ellen-roberts-young
“Evening”:
Beige walks in and other colors
pale—red loses its anger, blue
its hope. It’s rain on their parade
without water to bring new growth. . . .
theravensperch.com/evening-by-ellen-roberts-young/
“Helpless” – when a child’s pet dies
https://www.oysterriverpages.com/helpless
“On the Sofa”
Nana comes from Stockton
twice a year, sits beside me . . .
http://www.star82review.com/4.1/young-sofa.html
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