Pat Leudy
Pat Leudy has gone somewhere.
— From December 1975
Fiction
Grandmother
The sky and trees, reflected once in the creek, are reflected again in my thoughts. These are not the black trees written on a light gray sky that small black words bring to mind. But, green and living, they stretch to grasp the sun, lobsterlike in living claws.
December 1975
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