2014
Poetry Contest Judges
Sunday's Dream (mp3) We sit by the water and watch the day, people pass by, tethered to dogs leading the way Treetops catch kites, the wind stills and a fog emerges behind glass ships moored at the shore Sleek cormorants dive under the water's surface, our words settle temporarily on the tense surface Then pierce and sink, chasing snaking feathers across dark fathoms, vanishing The mirror heals around each breach and we commit to memory an unbroken plane The fog insinuates itself, a gaseous mask scattering pedestrians, leaving behind their absence, some tangled kites The swollen white air swallows the visions we have of each other, and when we wake, either you or I will disappear. Magdalena Milosz
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