Poetry:
Hunter, Donnell
Donnell Hunter Sycamores If you have the faith of a sycamore ii can guide you home. The first branch points north. I oliow it with the-wind, but should you wander, come back and find a seed...
...I oliow it with the-wind, but should you wander, come back and find a seed pod-a perfect sphere with spines...
...The thickest vein twists counter-clockwise where the red leaves under protest all let go and died...
...If you end up in Madrid you won't be lost...
...The back roads lead to paradise: shelter, Traveler's Joy, protection from the weather...
...Break open carefully...
...Save this leaf...
...The tenth seed floats like a flake to the leaf that hides the map of Spain...
Vol. 117 • December 1990 • No. 22
