Lynn Ciesielski’s poem Longest Light appeared here in June (2013). Sunday Ride at DuskBy Lynn Ciesielski With hopes of viewing short-eared owls,we drive to Iroquois Preserve.You see a bin tumbling from a truck onto the road.We swerve to miss it but our words collide instead.I want to pick the radio station, though yours just playedmy favorite song.Our […]

