Poetry – Issue 5Two Finches, the Last, Perch on the Power Line Hitting Notes Just for Song, or An Empty Street before DawnSuzanne FrischkornSoon your chapped hands will catch light. You will be late, or you will be early. Wind gusts through the corridor. Always, the wind breezing, or whipping out of this valley. Always the wind coaxing leaves and trash to the corner yard.…Please log in or subscribe to continue reading.