
Issue 1, Winter 2007
Crazy Jane
by Pat Falk
For too long I have carried
you inside me, color and substance
of lead, burden of darkness and dawn.
Now morning cracks the sky,
pulls clouds asunder,
topples every unrelenting Oak.
Stones break open--render
seed, scatter, sow and spit out life.
It happens as I speak.
It happens as I thrust
my hand into my heart and demand
your blessing.
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