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Wilderness
The mind is a wilderness like Bartram’s, razed, cemented over, marked by rows
Carol Frost
Wilhelmina Shakespeare
Blond hair, blue eyes, buck teeth: we taunted you
Rafael Campo
Will flames lap? Leap? | The Country Stairs
Will flames lap? Leap?
Cynthia Hogue
Willem Van de Velde the Younger, Ships in a Gale (1660) and Matsumura Goshun, Crab (late 18th century)
The storm dissolves the difference between wave,
Ricardo Pau-Llosa
Willie Mays Lives at Adjacent Moments in Time
Because he would be seen
Bruce Smith
Willing
Hidden from all mothers’ eyes by blinded windows
David Thacker
WILSER LOPEZ WOULD LIKE YOU
to be Wilser Lopez. So be Wilser Lopez
Cynthia Schwartzberg Edlow
Wind, Blue Sky
I am practicing being
Susan Aizenberg
WINDOWS (after Baudelaire)
You never see as much in an open window as you will looking at it when it’s closed.
J.T. Barbarese
Winkles & Dillisk
Does he suspect the boys
Ron Smith
Winter | Untitled
Let this winter pass into another winter.
Ester Naomi Perquin
Winter Landscape with Bird Trap
Only sparrows fly down, crows wait in treetops.
Ron Houchin
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