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The Edge Of The World
A Poem by Jeanette Lee
Embrace me at the edge of the pier.
The concrete shored by rusty metal like chicken wire shields roses.
Walk me back. Tufts of grass like mussed hair from the cracks in
the pier startle you,
the ducks laugh as they scoot from black water into black sky.
On the pier parallel to this one are street lamps like wind-break
trees growing
along the edge of a cherry orchard in northern Michigan.
The lamps bow over weighted by the halogen bulb beams hanging down
from each lamp head, trailing in the black water like gold ribbon,
rippling on waves like the water rolling in a water dish off a dog’s tongue.
Summer/Fall 2008 Poetry:
FEATURED POET: FIVE POEMS by Arlene Ang
THE EDGE OF THE WORLD by Jeanette Lee
ACTIVE LEARNING by Fred Jacobs
1946 by Steve De France
WHAT WE DO ALL DAY by Matthew Savoca
WHEN YOU WERE GOOD by Laurie Granieri
(Editor's Choice)
LOVE WITHOUT SEX by John J. Petrolino
III
DELIVERANCE by P.C. Scheponik
YOUR TASTE STILL LINGERS by Sarah Pace
AUTUMN by Cody Boyko
ETHEREAL by Arielle Hader
JUST EAST OF VINE by Ry Kincaid
SILENCE. by C.J. Opperthauser
BREVITY by Yi Dong
CRACKED CEILING IN A NEW ENGLAND COUNTRY HOUSE
by Juanita Torrence-Thompson
