Ann Arbor Review

INSIDE THIS ISSUE:

Duane Locke
Elisavietta Ritchie
Sam Cornish
Alan Britt
Shutta Crum
Joseph McNair
Geoffrey Philip
Lazlo Slomovits
Gerald Clark
Chris Lord
Coleman Barks
Marisella Veiga
Joanie Freeman
Dave Etter
Steve Barfield
scharCbear
Michael D. Long
Karyn M. Wolven
Running Cub

Silvia Scheibli

SPANISH VILLA

I ascend,
clinging
to white stucco.

Terra-cotta shadows
trace our delight.


LISTENING TO VIVALDI'S CONCERTO FOR
TWO MANDOLINS WHILE DRIVING TO WORK

Two mandolins
stir my coffee.

Two geese fly
across the road
directly above me.

Their green necks outstretched
as though threading
their oval souls
through the expansive eye
of the infinite.


WOODEN GATE*

June opens
its windy mouth.

A while cayenne
pepper blossom
trembles
between the green shoulders
of narrow leaves.

A wooden gate
rattles the latch,
its cool handcuffs
of insomnia.

      (*  pub. in Puerto do Sol)

Alan Britt, Reisterstown, Maryland
 


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