Issue # 12 June 2012
Jesse Anger
Parallels

Light
through
oak leaves—
dappled stone.
Cloud swept sky, shadows
knit the soccer field, slow. If we

were
ants
on stone,
the same shade
on a greater scale
would arc over our heads. Stitching

the
thread
bare leaves
with light seems
less than any ant
could apprehend. Sun, clouds, leaves, men.