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BUSH | SERIAL
Warms thieves.
Diane Vreuls
Burning Leaves
Leaf-fires smell like
Chase Twichell
Burial Arrangements
If I have to be buried at all,
Billy Collins
Bunch of Asparagus and Asparagus
Bundle on a wet bed
Daniel Bosch
Building the Boat, Trèboul (1930)
Half-way, the basket nature of the ship
Ricardo Pau-Llosa
BUD
Five years of nothing. Then, one night she calls
Peter Campion
Bruised Fruit
These sun-poached pages like an old address book
W.S. Di Piero
Brothers
Who eats with a jaw half-cranked with counterweight
Laura Kolbe
Broadcast
Five blank days of snow,
Stuart Dybek
Bright in June Sun
The young man, kneeling at his mother’s tomb, lays red tulips there,
Mark Irwin
Bridge Thrill
After two days of TV airlifts and wheels-to-the-sky
Terese Svoboda
Breathing Room
Not every week,
Floyd Skloot
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