Ann Arbor Review


Geoffrey Philip
Joseph McNair
Chris Lord
Coleman Barks
Dave Etter
Elisavietta Ritchie
Sam Cornish
Duane Locke
Karyn Wolven
Marisella Veiga
Michael D. Long
Running Cub
Joanie Freeman
Alan Britt
Shutta Crum
Steve Beaulieu
Gerald Clark
Mary E. Finlan
Fred Wolven


Call me Icarus,
My wax-winged dreams
Of love and mystery
Reach too close to the suns of forever;
My arms, outstretched,
Are yet outdone
By the limits of youth.

I soar on currents of fantasy,
Still, the heats of passion
Realign me with reality,
And the reflection of Heaven
In my upturned eyes
Is redirected to the swells of the sea.

I flutter as I fall,
The wind ebbing effortlessly
Through my desperate hands.
I hear echoes of ignored voices
Only as I lose the grip on my dreams,
The rushing of the wind reminding me
Not to fly so far on wings so frail.

Steve Beaulieu, Miami, Florida


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