INSIDE THIS ISSUE:
Karyn M. Bruce
Patty Dickson Pieczka
Solomon Musa Haruna
Ann Arbor Review
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--editor / Southeastern Florida
note: in print 1967 - 1980. Irregular publications 1980 - 2004.
As ezine 2004 - present. Most of 54 years all together....
Silver Grey Fox
have beaten channels
into the gravel of the road.
March’s days are passing
like rain-blurred soldiers on a gray bus.
Perhaps it’s a dream half remembered?
Or a world that’s lost its green—
a world that once lived within my grasp.
Perhaps I’m still holding it,
trying to recall why I needed it,
and which door I’d wanted to open into it.
And why—oh, why—did I imagine
it might make it through?
My only excuse: an ache for green
this late in the bone-cold fog.
Now I stumble down the road
searching for the way out,
anywhere, beyond this dream of gray faces
soldiering into the world without me.
Listen, When I Sing
When I die, I want to come back as a goldfinch
And sing in the catalpa tree
And you will look up through the branches
And tilt your head, to better hear what I have to say
Ann Arbor, Michigan