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The Raccoon
Like an old Italian man,
Joseph Bathanti
The Quarry, Pontaise
To enter into the greens
Linda Pastan
The Public Servants and Amateur
To be delivered by a sad man standing in a single light.
Jason Waldrop
the primate hospital
I have raptured the oars.
G.C. Waldrep
The Poets
They are farmers, really--
Linda Pastan
The Poet in a Streetcar & The Sunflower of Rio de Onor
Suddenly with another year fallen away
Ruy Belo
The Podium
He is bilious, potty-mouthed, at once puffy and rachitic. He sways, eyes red and rheumy as September strawberries.
D. Nurkse
The Plumber is Here
The plumber is here
Hsia Yü
The Plum
A teacher I loved
Molly Peacock
The Piece
Some years ago I painted the room gray.
Miguel Avero
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 Path of Non-Attachment
Andrew totaled my car, leveled the house,
Tanya Grae
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