ie a Poem by Alex Kazuk

In the evening rain fell closing its eyes
To le down on warm stone and fiddle with grass,
From headless mountains fell,

Fell from heights that will not speak, :

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Seasons, amyltitude, they fall back inthe mind, B k T;
Wearily they float a delirium of red skies TCEQ mg THLE
Glaring on snow, skies seedy, skies pit black, aa As
All fade in soft storm. No time ruling between. 7 | -

They slip away from each other and from me,
Falling where my life was and is.

My mole’s claws nave broken the corner-stone.
Mountains have thrown their hair over their heads.

They comb it with Douglas fir. The rain smiles to itself

Seasons sundered from themselves. No words in the end.
And no poems. Keepsakes. A picture, a button ~

A willow leaf withered arownd a pebble.

They fly up like soaked sheets of newspaper. . .

Blurred headlines of lost love.

 

: = Drawing by Kathy Norrish

Review Editor : Jody Gilbert
Reader: Alex Jones

 

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