Winter 2012
Table of Contents - Vol. VIII, No. 4
Poetry Translations Fiction Non-fiction Reviews
J. Dee Cochran
Have you ever seen
a young one slightly
reclined as if
to spread her
heavenly fragrance
like a brilliant
rumor kept between
competitive friends?
All morning,
they tease rain
water onto the soft
slide of petal, rinsing
what pungent secrets
have gathered
against the fold.
© J. Dee Cochran