issue #2 (10/17/00)

I close my eyes
to the blue of sky
and the sun's image
remains,
with a tail
from moving my eyes:
a dandelion whithered
whose seeds were blown
by the last breath
of my imagination,

Fading too fast
with new light.
My eyes can't go
tight enough
to hold out
this world of ours.
But lights: dancing,
dancing and laughing--
I have to smile and forget.