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TUSCARORA REVIEW 2016
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I Stand
Stephen James
‘Neath the pink sky with clouds a parting,
Atop the ridge that wind does kiss,
Where leaves fall like memories departing,
I stand awaiting potential bliss.
The wind whispers “Move along,”
As leaves are blown to guide my way,
Yet cautious of what lies beyond,
I stand to wait for the coming day.
Your ghost anchors my feet, so still,
With chains of disbelief,
Uncertain this venture might fulfill,
I stand with hope, now sheathed.
The rising sun kisses my face,
Reveals the life that thrives ahead,
With hope restored by warm embrace,
I walk in trust, though aimless I tread.
Meghan McKee,
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— Painting
Brina Dove,
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— Photograph