Lemons watercolor by Donna Andrews wait This day goes slowly; the sun, seemingly crawling hand over hand through the sky. In the windless silence dust settles still and unstirred on the ground; my forlorn mailbox, like a scarecrow, keeps watch  on an empty road: still no mail... © Jonathan Bohrn (1999)		lemons oblong and plump, they flaunt their perfection of dimples, too many to count (their little sisters in the basket beside them limegreen with envy) they glow in the language of sunflowers, daffodils, marigolds, so confident in their yellow, my plate paling awkwardly as it tries, in vain to contain them. © Jonathan Bohrn (1999) endless photograph © Andrew Chamblin