Jumping like Mario
to
avoid
the mud
Garret Schuelke
quiet autumn night—
the bubbling of
grilled
clams
Wai Mei Wong
*
a rooster’s call
the sunny side up touches
grandpa’s
nose
Wai Mei Wong
river walk
our path
wends
through frog song
Louise Hopewell
*
the blue
tip
of a dragonfly’s tail
day moon
Louise Hopewell
one sunflower
tracks its namesake
among stones
that have no names
potter's
field
William Cullen Jr.
*
leaving mountain shade
a crow takes some along
for
its shadow
William Cullen Jr.
Night falls deeper
clouds weave over secret rivers
veins
of our lives
Lorraine Caputo