The expensive school divides his day
into a thoughtful educational rainbow:
circle time,
center time,
specials,
units of discovery.
Above the rainbow
the same sun shines.
The clouds of childhood
build, break,
change their shape.
What was your favorite part
I ask my son at the end of every day.
Carpool line, he finally says,
gifting it to me in a whisper.
Robert gave me an Indian burn.
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Issue 53
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Editor's Note
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Poetry
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Fiction
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Book Review
- David Rigsbee reviews Midnight Lantern: New And Selected Poems
by Tess Gallagher
- David Rigsbee reviews Midnight Lantern: New And Selected Poems