Thank you to the editors at Mad Swirl for publishing my poem, "Crossroads."
CrossRoads by Linda Imbler
When Saturday night bands
seeded the air with song,
and the groovy people gathered
to rap, to trip the light fantastic,
The CrossRoads brought dreams
into the light,
beyond strobes.
People mottled by summer sun
prayed
the phrase book of God,
and didn’t mind
where anyone had started from.
A new family conceived
on the dance floor.
September 17, 2026
editors note: Wherever two or more are gathered together… – mh clay