Current Issue About Editorial Note Archives Submitting Links		Brian Beatty Bright Green Leaves Trees grow two directions at once: up toward the welcoming blue sky and down into the grave black dirt. And worms below feed the birds above, which has had me wondering lately if maybe we've been wrong all along to reach only for the evil empty air. The primitive circle of life continues whether folks can afford it to or not. Next Poem
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