is like a school of fish that takes to the
skies, flying over traffic lights, trash cans,
playgrounds and parks. The fishes flash
silver, reflecting on the streets below.
Do you hear them gasping? That is the
sound the rain makes when it breathes.
—Tiffany Lee Brown
Excerpted from A Compendium of Miniatures, prose poems by Tiffany Lee Brown. Tiger Food Press, Portland, 2007.