Current Issue About Editorial Note Archives Submitting Links		Poems by Jason Heroux   Yesterday Yesterday a yellow pear sat on the table   Today it is gone But I still recall its skin   the colour of a curtain drawn across the window   of a very tiny room   A Heavy Snowplow Is Clearing The Roads There is a sorrow in the world no one owns. It is dark and early, a quiet Sunday morning. The snow has fallen where it doesn't belong. And a heavy snowplow is clearing the roads.   Next Poem
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