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by B.Z. Niditch

Say to the clouds
give up your rain
to the scaffold
give up your poets
who want to live,
to the grassland
stay back for July
for soccer games
to the dunes,
crush the sap of Maple
for your morning pancakes,
by the marshes
have a cup of Bourbon
from Paris
to remember me by
who will always
be back to the edges
of nature.

THE PATH by Brent Wiggans

THE PATH by Brent Wiggans

by Roger G. Singer

The sky presented an innocent violence.
Gray without anger and absent of winds.

An unborn ray of sunshine slipped between
menacing charcoal clouds; the only light
surrendered by heaven.

Thunder collapsed above,
like the end of all rules exploding.

Jagged sediments of lightening expressed shock.

The beginning of rain flushed people into homes
and buildings.

The signature of the storm slammed the ground,
demanding its space.

STEPPING STONE by Allyson Seconds

STEPPING STONE by Allyson Seconds

by Allegra Jostad Silberstein

slid me
along the sidewalk of desire
into a gutter of autumn leaves
left me there in splendid colors
before the showers came...

built a raft
when remembrance
—that dark brown river—
carried me
down to the ocean

lifted me up
into a purple cloud
above the dark earth below
then let me come down—
like rain.

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