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Volume I, Number 1 (Summer 2006)
ISSN 1934-4324

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Clea Allington

Clea Allington's poems have appeared in Pontoon #7, DMQ Review, Muse Apprentice Guild and King County Poetry on Buses 2004.

It's the 28th day of rain

Tian Tan Park , China

The Woman Watches the Moon

It's the 28th day of rain

And it has stopped, for the moment,

a rare sprig of sunlight peering

from battered black-grey clouds,

inviting a peek at the clearness behind.

It's the 28th day and we don't know

what to do with this sudden lack,

this ceaseless water we'd complained about

as we put a pump into the basement

and watched it bleed out gallons upon gallons.

Was our house dying? Or were we transfusing

air for blood, turning wet (like tears) into dry?



Tian Tan Park , China

In the Temple of Heaven

petite brass cows lined in boxes,

their sleep pre-arranged.

Bright red pillars filigreed

with golden flowers, the floor

glossy black stone.



ahead and rising three or

four steps, is the throne.

As the round room quenches

all light, makes a permanent

dusk, we believe that a god

could descend into this ringed



and speak to us, as once

he might have spoken to

the emperor. He has much to say

but our time is short. We move

on to the next ancient place,

the guide books telling us how

the emperor predicted crops,

weather, the health of livestock.


Recalling the trip, later,

we might remember how the air

ached with cold, the kites rose

like birds, our own sweet fatigue.



The Woman Watches the Moon

Tonight stars appear in frost-white.

Consumed by jealously, the moon

swallows the sun. It glows impossibly,

as if it had gone nova and the woman

in the moon had abandoned her post.

She has been lost among its craters

watching us, pinned between the icy

cunning of the stars. And what should

she say to her consort, having left him?

Nothing? he knows how she yearns

for the rocky shores below the sky, how

when she is released she flickers and flares

all through the night, her own sweet light

among the earthly savages.






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