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"cry fowl" & "prodigal ghosts" by J. R. Wilkerson

cry fowl

yard fowl flee the sight

to cower

lest they perish

from the

hawks in




as they


prodigal ghosts

it was in those first warm days and

you never would have known

from this old picture just

how windblown

yet soundlessly the silhouettes

of clouds swiftly passed their

shadows racing over

the short grass

as sunbeams cast and filtered past

barren branch and woodbine

to dance amongst the pale

prodigal ghosts upon

the clothesline

J. R. Wilkerson is a longtime Washington, DC – area resident with roots in the Missouri Ozarks. He has an amazing wife, and two equally amazing kids.

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