
A Moment in Nature Phaon Crescent
Even the flags seemed frozento their poles, and the menstamping their well-shod feetresembled an army of overcoats. But we were young and fueledby hope, our ardor burned awaythe cold. We were the president’s,and briefly the president would be ours. The old poet stumbled over his own indelible words,his breath a wreath around his face:a kind… Read More