How Long the Night Was
A poem by Gary Charles Wilkens
Having traveled
farther than the bright meteors
to find
each other again, we touched
hesitant hands
in a thistle-grown Scottish ruin.
Rivers flowed
above us and between us.
The night
hardly had space for all
the whispers
shared and the promises given.
Then heaven
dusted the earth with orange
and blue.
We swam in each other,
neither caring
how long the night was.
Winter 2006-2007 Poetry:
AS WINTER COMES by Nancy Abdel Messieh
BOUNDARY STONES #1 & #2 by Alison
Eastley
WHAT HAPPENED by Lakshmi Krishnan
SYLVIA PLATH by Brian Willems
(tanka) by Dorothy McLaughlin
A BAD DAY by Nicholas Messenger
REVOLUTION by Heather Larsen
DIRTY FLOORS by Sam Friedman
JULIA by Michael Internicola
YOU ARE PART OF THIS by A. Thiagarajan
INAUDIBLE GESTURES GROWN ALL TOO COLD
by C. Allen Rearick
HOW LONG THE NIGHT WAS by Gary Charles
Wilkens
DREAM OF THE GARDEN by Lance Newman
SHE by Aimee Cirucci
LAUNDRY BOY'S CHANGE by Julian Haladyn
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