Jul/Aug 2007 Poetry


by Janie Hofmann

Photography by Kawika Chetron


I learned that rain
could give answers
always in tune
with the red petals
flicked by the dragonfly
and swallow. I knew
how to chain ancient
moans with a whisper
and begin a search
in the grey eyes of daybreak.
I once watched a peach
fall and crack into
a beautiful wet smile
of pale orange pulp,
only to be pecked
by crows while the grass
took care to hide the stone.


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