The draw of breath, fantasy in amber,
brief afterglow, where so much is burnt
umber, sienna, offerings. Past turrets
of cypress the olive leaves spark silver,
landscape-promise of personal redemption,
hinting Canaletto's sky might release
insight-proffering seraphs, messengers
from merrymaking deities, amalgam
of procession and plenary indulgence
as if propitiation were possible.
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Issue 57
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Editor's Note
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Poetry
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Fiction