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Weeds are not supposed to grow
but by degrees
some achieve a flower, although
no one sees.

From the April Issue



The crows of April come to caw
at winter's tailings.
You'd think their harsh, judgmental calls
would soften in the warming sun.
They don't.

The rains of April come to thaw
our frozen failings.
You'd hope we'd care more what befalls
the distant man, the drowning one.
We won't.


Brian Stanley was born in Madrid and educated in French until high school. His poems have been longlisted for The Montreal International Poetry Prize (2011) and published in The Literary Review of Canada and Encore. He lives in the Eastern Townships of Quebec.