Current Issue About Editorial Note Archives Submitting Links		Art Heifetz mayan frieze like figures in a Mayan frieze the borders hem us in I can't tell where you leave off and I begin I eat to satisfy your hunger you drink to quench my thirst your slightest wound marks my skin with tiny blue blossoms let me take your troubles and turn them into swallows that circle round the chimney and blend into the night. Next Poem
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