hundreds of stories
in those gnarled hands
he works through his pain
by peeling the labels
off pill bottles

Cindy Tebo
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through hills and valleys
the water flows uninterrupted
until it turns into river--
we drink in the views
along with traces of metal

Cindy Tebo
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with the moon
against the darkness
I start out small
in just a sliver
of canoe

Cindy Tebo
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