Current Issue About Editorial Note Archives Submitting Links		J.D. Smith Reading as She Walks A woman pinions the square butterfly of her paperback, turning a corner and a page. Claim to Fame This page, that falling leaf on which my name appears, that petal cast into the void- not there, a little lower, to your left, among the open pine cones, the shed snake skins and detached cicada wings Next Poem
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