The willow is bare and the sky is full of willow.
Weeping into gutters, the sound of tires in rain
flows down and rises up to open windows

On her dress she wears her body. —Blaise Cendras 

Concrete forest, puddled houses; clouds
sweep across the sky—a thunderhead
settles in. Think how anger seethes

He waited for her the last time
in the Cafe Eichberger, at their table:
walls the color of chocolate, tiles worn

Shannon Borg’s poem “The Single Girl’s Guide to Art” appeared in our Spring 2002 issue. Her latest collection is Corset. I. UNITYOn her dress she wears her body. —Blaise CendrarsBlack, black, all black! The essence
of all that is deep, and you have
to …