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Issue # 6 January 2012
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Joan Saunders

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After the Rain

you in we,
the me in us,
converge and gather
in our day's evening.
Passionate clouds roll in,
thundering through, devastating
conventions, lashing at the windows with a force
only time can muster. When the storm has passed,
we breathe. The pitiless world rushes in.
Rivulets of desire trickle away,
dissipate. What is left of you
in we, remaining of us,
is only