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Innocence
The birds she could identify—nuthatch, oriole—
Charles Baxter
Inner City Canal
This water tumbling over the canal locks
Michael Smith
Indian River at Dusk
The first and only time I caught a sheephead
Tara Skurtu
Indelible
Having worn myself out naming Bewick's wren,
Michael Broek
Incident in the Park
Working back from the moment I rose off the bench,
Kathleen Flenniken
Inauguration Day
Yes, like thousands of joyful poets today
Maura Stanton
In Which the Sea Rakes at My Window and Seemingly Unlike Me
and I wake rattled, as if to resist a long fall
Ellen Doré Watson
In which I am confronted by a superhero
I’m hitting fast forward to skip the gruesome bits of an Icelandic mystery
Olya Kenney
In the Waiting Room | City of Bridges
Light poured
Flávia Rocha
In the Vestibule
The in-between is queasy
Rachel Hadas
In the Vanguard
It takes a few notes, a very few notes, to undo the bare bones of a person. Where formerly we were piecework in a
Ira Sadoff
In the Supermarket of Orgasms
Some nights I feel so alone in my longing for you, love, alone in my supermarket of orgasms as I cruise the aisles of
Nin Andrews

Innocence