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What Was Left Out
was the skirt my sister bought with the prize money
Elizabeth Weaver
THE STREET
Streaked and fretted with effort, the thick vine
Robert Pinsky
Pathetic Fallacy
Jog through this suburb at a blue hour
Major Jackson
Chekhov’s Gun
Atonement means nothing to a cook
Fiona Sze-Lorrain
God-Box
They give us a white cube, a paper box,
Mark Doty
Two poems by Jan Wagner translated from German by David Keplinger
when you are digging in the wardrobe
Jan Wagner
Meeting Shakespeare
I met Shakespeare in a hotel room downtown.
Austen Leah Rose
California King, Head of the Meadow and A Miracle of Saint Anthony
The little bright red car
Karl Kirchwey
Song a Year After My Mother’s Death
I allowed a small song
Carrie Etter
Beautiful Worry
this wan light, spaghetti-thin, uneases
Deborah Gorlin
Geese
More dream now than memory, though memory is all it is: after an early dinner, I’m dropping them off at their
Alan Shapiro
The Cricket
You too have risen at midnight
Beckian Fritz Goldberg
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