#217 v15,09.104
20th anniversay issue #2
JANE HUTTO : Summer's Last Weekend
RICKY GARNI: A Breath of Fresh Air
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JANE HUTTO
Summer's Last Weekend

Among sour-gum, pennywort, and arum Jon and Joanna follow their designated trail, Taking time to deliberate each cadence of Wind sighing in the red cypresses, Every primitive affiliate publicized by an Arrowhead find or pepperidge stand. Should this journey dwindle to a pace As slow as a loggerhead's, or completely Lose its previous organization, Accountability seems unacceptable in this Arena of endless panhandle opportunities. No chains on their hearts -- so they Embrace the wonders of Clay Parker Creek And Yellow Birch Landing, as well as any Additional paths that lead to where Exteriors are believable and purple tulips grow.

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RICKY GARNI
A Breath of Fresh Air 

(from INTIMATE PORTRAITS) in the evening when I am very tired, the only subject that I can imagine talking about--writing about--is apricots. at least, as a subject of poetry. even though I have never eaten apricots, and even though I can tell that they are delicious, but certainly seem like a lot of work. itıs interesting--at night, when I am very tired, the only subject I care to write about is a lot of work, and something that I know nothing about. ah, apricots. in the morning I wake up and feel very peppy. I donıt think at all about apricots, and I write nothing. I do think about how few cereals are appealing, and try to remember if I read anything interesting the day before, and of course, I consider the day before me, and perhaps, by inference, my dreams before, and how they will shape my life to come. are they about apricots? no, they are about rooftops. rooftops are the best!

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