Leap of Faith We reach out barren armed in our aloneness probe with one long bony finger the void the stuff of our dreamless days firmly rooted in nothing on the edge of nothing thrust up naked hallelujahs beseeching the sky oh the sky will bless us if we can but see it take that first step into other, which is of course just more of us out there somewhere everywhere coming home to where we never left. Robert L. Dean, Jr. Robert L. Dean, Jr.'s work has appeared in Flint Hills Review, I-70 Review, The Ekphrastic Review, Illya’s Honey, Red River Review, River City Poetry, Heartland!, and the Wichita Broadsides Project. He read at the 13th Annual Scissortail Creative Writing Festival in April 2018 at East Central University in Ada, Oklahoma. His haibun placed first at Poetry Rendezvous 2017. He was a quarter-finalist in the 2018 Nimrod Pablo Neruda Prize for Poetry contest. He has been a professional musician and worked at The Dallas Morning News. He lives in Augusta, Kansas.
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