poetry by Alec Kowlaczyk   SEE OTHER SIDE   on the 1st pass the faintest shadows of pine trees hung faintly on the lifting stream as the lawn sprinkler eclipsed at its most vertical zenith on the 2nd pass a lush primordial forest glade lay projected on the cyclic cascade intensely detailed before the spouts went into decline on the 3rd pass I stepped through the wall of spray crossing the liquid portal to see what lay and saw what lay on the other side of the other side   Contributor's bio Table of Contents Background by Cyber Island