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A Wistful Storm
By Lillian FloodIn all her many years, the woman did not think she ever witnessed anything as ugly as rain. It wasn’t just the way it stuck to the ground, leaving muddy piles all over the city, littering the sidewalks with grime and built-up trash.
From the Beginning
By Riley StraitPause, and capture me how I am now:
wrap me up in the minute we just lived:
make me your mosquito in amber –
ephemeral in life, eternal in death.
Freeze and pin me to your little brother’s trifold –
turn me into grade-school, spelling-test vocab:
Night in July
By Abigail SwansonThe fountain reflects light
onto the face of the library downtown.
We went there once, a long time ago.
It still glows.