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Two Poems translated by Connie Voisine
Words here carry the scent of snow,
Patron Henekou
Words
Words are loyal.
Jane Hirshfield
Tampa at 8PM, Listening to a Podcast on Bird Migration
Woodlawn Cemetery lies shadowed beneath violet-bellied clouds
Will Wellman
As the Land Listens
Women are gathering on shore after shore after sharp rocked shore
Margo Berdeshevsky
Pip
Withered pip of a boy, now grey and halt
Carol Muske-Dukes
The House
With stained red awnings
Mihaela Moscaliuc
In Search of Grace
With slush to ground the Erie trees
Lisa Rose Bradford
Compare the movement of swallows
with Magritte’s matrix of businessmen
Kathleen Flenniken
Ferns | Cycle
Wind thrums
Linda Pastan
The Oklahoma Purchase
William Howard Taft wouldn’t drink before dark.
Brian Henry
My Obituary
Will it merit a full column in The Post or The Times
Linda Pastan
Will flames lap? Leap? | The Country Stairs
Will flames lap? Leap?
Cynthia Hogue
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