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Spring 2000 - Volume 22, Number 2
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Days Like Severed Lily Pads
Days float by like severed lily pads,
it takes years to admit this fact that
gives gray meaning to the word "human."
The days float on lily pads without maps
to guide them; out of reach, beyond rescue,
aborted to the currents of memory:
a reckless river where we have no control.
Many men die in the wake;
slowly they move with the current,
head-down, submerged in the dream
of grasping the pad by its root,
pulling it in and riding it downstream;
but the bodies are too heavy,
water laps over their backs
as they sink and rise again.
Sensing loss is instinctual-
a man sense his
and moves on.
He knows that lily pads
sustain only minimal weight
and sink if too heavily regarded.
Instead, he skims across ponds,
his toes touch only the surface
before lifting up and stretching on.
-By Jeremy Daniel
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Poetry and Prose Deadline!
Thu 10.30 // 05:00pm //
Please have your poetry and prose submitted to us by this date.
Art Deadline!
Sat 11.15 // 05:00pm //
Please have all art submissions to us by this date.
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