The Blue Hole Mermaid I saw a woman standing on a wet rock ledge A cool river flowing inches from her feet Rocks and sun and bushes and trees A cascading canyon punctuated by a blue hole Teaming with swim-her’s and swim-he’s Her black hair straight and wet, shoulder length Streaming streams soaking the ashen …

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The Antique Shoppe on Fourth Ave, Franklin TN The mirrored medicine cabinet leaned on the front porch. That was the draw to the Antique shoppe door, stepping in I saw a brown ceramic cookie jar sporting a windmill scene for sale on a shelf, twenty-five dollars. I’m guessing it cost five dollars forty years ago. …

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