Our bodies, lucent under the bedclothes,
fit tightly like the pieces of a broken
Richard Chess – I Lied
I lied. I didn’t lie. Someone close, very close to me lied.
Sidney Wade – Witness Tree Junction, Rochelle, FL
We walk the dry path—it hasn’t rained for months—
through pine stand, hammock, dessicated swamp.
The still-hot sun is veiled by merciful clouds.
Hundreds of robins flush—it’s a sharp-shinned
H. D. – Leda