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Poetry of Issue #8        Page 67

Delaware Avenue

A thousand nights on the patio wine-
drunk only desire of the moon
between us. Jack’s barking was the
beating drum that kept us up all
night, and we’d just turn speakers
up to drown our axis in music.
I said I never want to be away
from you – what you responded
was aspens, cherry blossoms
near the end of March.

  James Croal Jackson