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Issue 41/42 : July - December, 2008 : Volume 11 No 1/2 Hal Sirowitz The Rain Weakens I can't hear the rain, father said, because you're talking too loud. Not that the rain has anything to say which I don't know. I get enough 'pitter patter' from your mother. That's why I enjoy listening to the rain. Unlike her, it stops. Those Eyebrows I was attracted to you the first time I saw you, she said, especially your eyebrows. I whispered to my friend, 'Doesn't that guy have the sexiest eyebrows?' She said her boyfriend had sexier ones. But she's prejudiced. What does it matter what she thinks? What matters is what you and I think. We're the players. She's just the audience. Read more poems in English>> |