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The Signature of Time
by Dov Citron
There are some things that never change,
And always have to stay,
From the spark of life upon this Earth,
To the final breath of day.
The salmon swims up river.
The eagle flying free.
The cycle of the wildebeest
In the sparse Serengeti.
The rainy season brings the storm,
As summer brings the heat.
The grass grows long when spring arrives.
The winter brings the sleet.
Then all at once a sheet of white,
As far as eyes behold,
That rests upon the rocky land,
The crispness and the cold.
My father was a fisherman.
Life lost in stormy seas.
A man as stubborn as the rocks
That brought him to his knees.
The mountains tell their story,
As does the desert sand.
The old oak lives a thousand years
Before it falls to the ground.
Man comes along.
He makes his rules,
As if he always seen.
But man has known a fraction
Of the beauty there has been.
Letter To Sito In Time Of War, 1965
by Richard Denner
we find
ourselves
in a new
world
speaking
an old
language
we speak
of beauty
and feelings
while the
machines
blast
the birds
from our
hearts
watch
the words
hear
the howl
come
to the ear
eye
nose
lip
scream
at the
dichotomy
of the
comma-
a dream
an illusion
how time
passes
dinosaurs
dance off
the map
where you
and I sit
drinking
coffee
we hold
down
this loose
end
of the
universe
feeling
at home
in the debris
Welcome
by Ashlee Workman
I am a rug
Walk on me
I lie here eternally
Convoking dirt
Liking dust mites
Making friends
Soles bare their marks on me
Feet wipe off where they've been
I am a collector of past destinations
Harboring secrets of the earth
Embedded past pillars of history
Specks of possibilities
To you I just look dirty
But there are things on my plane
Too complex for the human eyes to see
All you read is "welcome"
But there are more words to my stories living here
I am a rug
Walk on me
Letter to the Editor: Cherie Staples (skyearth1@aol.com).