Daniel Dowe’s most recent poem here was Opening (December 2012). The Windy ArtistBy Daniel Dowe Don’t rake leaves,On windy Saturdays.November breezes like chaosAnd swirls.The November artistStages afternoon happenings:Where leaves form circle dances;Synchronized marches across intersections;And mutinies against carefully constructed piles. The Saturday wind is like an eight year old,Unconscious and uninterested in schedules,Contemptuous of adult tasks;Blowing away my […]

