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

Kelly Eastlund

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Conversation by the River

Silence follows us,
a shapeless shade without grace,
not golden but copper tinged green.
Words like flitting birds break through;
Inhaling feels like pepper
so I hold my breath.
It's come to this.
We stand on the sands of said and unsaid,
the surface fragile, kisses too few —
Love is a haze we stumble through.