Guest poem submitted by David W: (Poem #1967) A Winter Ode to the Old Men of Lummus Park, Miami, Florida Risen from rented rooms, old ghosts Come back to haunt our parks by day, They crept up Fifth Street through the crowd, Unseeing and almost unseen, Halting before the shops for breath, Still proud, pretending to admire The fat hens dressed and hung for flies There, or perhaps the lone, dead fern

Guest poem submitted by Nandini Krishnamoorthy: (Poem #1965) To Virgins, to Make Much of Time Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old time is still a-flying And this same flower that smiles today Tomorrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood