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The Peripheral Position of the Sun
A young woman roars, laughs, splashes the face of a young man, nears the shore where the blinking lights of fireflies
Marilyn Hacker
The Piece
Some years ago I painted the room gray.
Miguel Avero
The Plum
A teacher I loved
Molly Peacock
The Plumber is Here
The plumber is here
Hsia Yü
The Podium
He is bilious, potty-mouthed, at once puffy and rachitic. He sways, eyes red and rheumy as September strawberries.
D. Nurkse
The Poet in a Streetcar & The Sunflower of Rio de Onor
Suddenly with another year fallen away
Ruy Belo
The Poets
They are farmers, really--
Linda Pastan
the primate hospital
I have raptured the oars.
G.C. Waldrep
The Public Servants and Amateur
To be delivered by a sad man standing in a single light.
Jason Waldrop
The Quarry, Pontaise
To enter into the greens
Linda Pastan
The Raccoon
Like an old Italian man,
Joseph Bathanti
THE RAIN SO COLD
The air of the day abhors us
W.S. Di Piero
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