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P enty
from Living Waters Review 2019
by pba9
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Poetry 14 River singing, slicing down to the great lake, pour, pour out forever. Chill our feet. Tumble down young eternity. We filled ourselves on the rainbow flesh of native waters, offer up, yielding from the smokehouse to hungry fingers. We came for play, for health, for rest, and found all and plenty.
To ards Gainesvi e, 6 A.M. Olivia Taylor
The world from the morning road is stumbling along in a foggy blanket, content to let leftover Christmas lights glimmer their tiny occasional colors.
Neat little farmhouses and ugly trailers, realms of grand fertile puddle-muddles, autumn-rusted, patience-straining, train cars bumble their way through the fluttering pulse of soft gray towns, cold, bare branches, fallow yellow hills,
reminiscing triple crown champions and blueberry summers waiting until the citrus touch of dawn explodes gently from somewhere deep behind the pine fields. Poetry 15
Poetry 16
Litt e B a k Cat / Green Drive Delaney Esper
On the asphalt, something lifeless lay without a yearning for yarn.
Up above it, something living looked, a face of stone, unmoving cairn.
In the balance of towering mass, the red light shone. No stirring,
no sound was made in all the earth except an engine purring.