By Andrea Jackson
Sometimes there might be giraffes in the holiday crowd,
aapeering above the heads of the shoppers,
craning their dainty muzzles in search of something understandable
aathat they might apply as a touchstone.
Not finding it, of course, on 34th Street, and drifting, distracted,
aaabove the wooly hats and mufflers
aaas snow begins to fall.
Andrea Jackson’s poetry and fiction have appeared most recently in Star 82 (*82) Review, Gyroscope Review, Eyedrum Periodically, Heron Tree, The Tishman Review, and The Apple Valley Review. She has received 2 Pushcart nominations and one nomination for the Best of the Net Anthology, has an MFA from the University of Missouri-St. Louis, and recently published, Who Am I and Where Is Home? An American Woman in 1931 Palestine.