1. Impression, with Rain and Buds

    Hard rain falling into slush, fog thickening– cloud into cloud, gathered fistfuls of spray. I cannot tell where the edge of the lilac begins, cannot remember when I last glowed yellow like its buds. Incandescense is a hard word to track. On the streets, cars swerve or drive through intersections of water; it’s high tide too. The trees stipple with milk-white and tender pink blooms. How can there be such things in the world, almost oblivious to suffering?

    – Luisa A. Igloria
    03 10 2011
    Sent via my Blackberry

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