To Be Held by Linda Hogan
"the way a tree always shelters the unborn life / waiting for the healing / after the storm / which has been our life."
Myth by Natasha Trethewey
"Again and again, this constant forsaking: / my eyes open, I find you do not follow."
Rain by Carol Ann Duffy
"Then the rain came, like stammered kisses at first / on the back of my neck. I unfurled my fist / for the rain to caress with its lips."