By Jamie Wimberly

gray spring eve

leaving the park bench

for the pigeons

Jamie Wimberly

riptide

this poem goes out

to the seagulls

Jamie Wimberly

moon-faced

for every phase

another

Jamie Wimberly

By Mona Bedi

making up

for lost time

plum blossoms

Mona Bedi

incessant rain letting the river be

Mona Bedi

reheated coffee the conversation gone cold

Mona Bedi