Toward Monet Sunlight splashes the trees with veneer. Enchanted dogwood and sycamore. Sailboats dot this harbor. It's not hard to imagine scattering them with our breath. It is man's nature to rail at inanimate fate.
Woman looks for a closer culprit.
He, stubbing a toe in the dark, with blame The wooden hardness of the chair. Susan Grafeld Long teaches English and Journalism at Marymount University. She is a former journalist and speechwriter, and has published poems in literary journals throughout the nation. He is the founding editor of Gargoyle magazine. To see what you're missing, please enable JavaScript in your browser preferences.