Current Issue About Editorial Note Archives Submitting Links		Poems by Catherine Daly   Chalk Crumbles as one draws it, leaves bits as it goes, disintegrating in the making of marks. White cliffs fall -- not by thunder -- worn to nubs, forming fields.     Collecting Coral Not every piece will do. Many I pick, then drop those that seem to be coral but aren't, less than fine samples; examples like those I've got. It's easy to collect. Few do. The reef is breaking apart. Its blocks are washing in now.     Flowers Others Toss   Dried roses I keep from bouquets preserve the gift's frisson. While the buds crumple and fragment, they return me to my evolving, expanding heart.     Next Poem
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