Northern New England Review Volume 42 | 2022
Northern New England Review is published as a creative voice for the Vermont, New Hampshire, and Maine region. NNER publishes writers and artists who live in, are from, or have connections to Vermont, New Hampshire, or Maine. If you live here, were once from here, lost or found your heart here, or are currently searching for it among the green hills, sparkling ponds, and rocky coasts, NNER has the poems, short fiction, and creative nonfiction you want to read. Northern New England Review is edited and designed by students and faculty at Franklin Pierce University in Rindge, New Hampshire. Questions can be sent to Margot Douaihy, editor, at douaihym@franklinpierce.edu.
Northern New England Review is published as a creative voice for the Vermont, New Hampshire, and Maine region. NNER publishes writers and artists who live in, are from, or have connections to Vermont, New Hampshire, or Maine. If you live here, were once from here, lost or found your heart here, or are currently searching for it among the green hills, sparkling ponds, and rocky coasts, NNER has the poems, short fiction, and creative nonfiction you want to read.
Northern New England Review is edited and designed by students and faculty at Franklin Pierce University in Rindge, New Hampshire. Questions can be sent to Margot Douaihy, editor, at douaihym@franklinpierce.edu.
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Stephen A. Allen
SPRING WEATHER IN A TIME OF
SURVEILLANCE
Satellites are watching. Smile
for the camera. Listen for sounds
of higher laughter. Grace abounds
below. We walk a mile
in our own shoes. Rain starts again.
I could go splash in puddles,
but today I feel adult.
Today I want a pattern,
something to follow. Perhaps a mold
to fit into. Conformity
has its comforts, unity
its appeal. A cold
drop of water kisses my brow.
In the deepest bunkers
technicians lean over screens. Darker
waters flow. I know
about all this—we all know this,
but what does knowing do?
What trace have I left, what hidden clues
have I provided? The hiss
64 | STEPHEN A. ALLEN
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