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The Book of Guests
They gamboled toward me on the plain—two lambs
Chard deNiord
The Seven Mysteries of Our-Lady Madonna
They emerge out of distance,
Frances Richey
Bleeding Hearts
They do not fit their given name. They glow
Stephanie Burt
Butchery
They do it right here in the front yard in Wellsville,
Samuel Cheney
Tattoos | Tattoos
They come with stories. Like the woman whose thorny twist
Rebecca Goss
A Singleton & Self Portrait: Between the Car and the Sea
They climb to their lookout, each day, different,
Elaine Sexton
All the Shrimp I Can Eat
They are swimming away from me at the speed of light
Timothy Donnelly
HOW IT IS WITH THE MEEK
They are pulverized into earth
Major Jackson
Memento Mori: Northern White Rhinos
They are grey, big as boulders,
Jennifer Franklin
The Poets
They are farmers, really--
Linda Pastan
Che Fai Di Bello
They are burning the fields in
Angie Estes
Weather Report
These white stripes of day achieve
Grace Cavalieri
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