By Michael Martella
Through the window, what light gives / new meaning in the day.
By Xandria Phillips
if this city is still breaking me in with its weather and tethered eye
you be the arch in my neck the mane growing from it
By Claudia Emerson
The forecast had not predicted it,and its beginning, a calming, rumbled dusk
and pleasant lightning, she welcomed as harbinger
By Charles Simic
The shadows creep across the lawn
In the silence of the afternoon.