StreetWrites: Three
In the Small Hours
©1996 Anitra Freeman
From ancient dreaming I woke up at two I wandered waking into street-baked night to hang between the walls of man and mind
bound by aching wrung by my own muscles hungry for breath
I sifted through the thousand cities layered on the stone and never found my own
MOON
©1996 Catherine Gainey
If, in a moment frantic my mad beauty, I, tiny moan could see you then, when it felt honeyful live, ache, drunk still after love. My delirious goddess we worship a moon lake rain and blue; The summer gift. A woman some enormous power less part delicate sleep.
*Elizabeth*
©1996 Dr. Wes Browning
Trees outnumber Elizabeth Clouds blossom Streets carpet Locks harbor Walls garden Glass pictures Steel poses Lamps fountain Stones nurture while Trees, still outnumbering Elizabeth, surround and defend....