Wiltshire In This Heat Eternal sunshine, aborted rain, ninety degree Novembers melt the autumn decorations on my patio, curtail the creamy comfort of sweet, hot tea steeped in memories, adhere the flesh between my breasts as I chop vegetables for a soup that becomes, in this heat, another garden salad. Cooling mists, roaring winds, slashing rain would send spiders scurrying, float crimson leaves into steaming mounds, allow death, rest, rebirth their rightful sway. But here, amid concrete riverbeds, sapphire skies, streaming sunlight, renewal is just the name of a face cream. round I, poem 2, 12 November 2005

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Wiltshire (Lana Wiltshire Campbell) is a teacher, a lawyer and a writer with a background in theater and film production.  The death of her parents propelled her into poetry where she remains, transfixed.  Her poetry has appeared in various publications, including Crescent Moon Journal and last year's Insomnia Project in London.  She currently has poems in the Winter issue of Loch Raven Review. email: Wiltshire