Featured Poem

                  Cindy Rinne

                 Doesn’t Dance

It is not the solid wood that can become a flute,
it is the empty reed. — Hazrat Inayat Khan

The glass hawk feather doesn’t float
on the wind.
The Eye of Horus charm doesn’t dwell
in the moon.
The clay California Tree Frog doesn’t leap with sticky tongue
catching flies.
The empty stable doesn’t contain a chestnut horse
to feed hay.
The dry bowl doesn’t quench
the wolf’s thirst.
The Mexican stitched red boot on the window sill
doesn’t dance.
The pine needle woven snake doesn’t warn
with a rattle.
The photograph of quail huddled in chaparral snow doesn’t call