Current Issue About Editorial Note Archives Submitting Links		Six O'clock by Sojourner Hodges   Slate grey pillow sky dark with the damp of a million tears I breathe in and the trees sway eastwards a million years I breathe out and the trees sway westwards.   Next Poem
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