"Nostalgia," Aradhna Tandon
	Robin Somers Monarch Habit He had always built shelters from rain, sun, southern shadows of geese formations until she slipped out like a yawn wanting these things. When he released, crimson passion flowers flourished, purple bougainvillea clung to his palms, siding, rooftops, doorways, vines so sanguine and emerald monarchs found his dwelling irresistable. Twilight blossoms closed like fists sensing her return. She climbed roof top, porches, hung with the monarch canopy til dawn. Street wires sagged with her pollen weight, her orange, moon-soaked remergence.