Second Place Winner: Meghan Smith Similkameen the thin knives of a January moon half-descending in the arms of the Similkameen on the banks the silt drifts, wayward dance in a winter wind. Slowly she meanders, beneath the fallen timbers. Weight of snow presses awkwardly, cracks elm with premeditation. dance with ghost of salmon, the memory of ember berries. The thin promise of leaves that evicts winters pretense. The agreement of sun, thickly pregnant with warmth. Back to Feb/05 Winners Home