Issue 7, Winter/Spring 2009

Cul-de-sac, by Elizabeth Kate Switaj

 that weeping maple crouching in your yard
& red beyond flame in autumn  one day
 will rise
           will straighten
                      those gray wood knees & bend again
 only to walk
        away from your yard
              home
                   I will find   one day
                   the sun that sets to bring
                 darkness to me with colors
            you can't imagine my skin
can reflect