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Late in October
Late in October, I watch
Linda Pastan
RODIN, “Hand with Small Torso, Bronze” | Rodin’s “The Cathedral”
In Paris you can see his drawer of hands.
Peter Cooley
Elegy
The floor is littered with clothes I once wore
Emily Fragos
Door to Door
He tooled around Long Island
William Logan
Salons
Your friends are all sitting
Bianca Stone
My Friend, Nice Socks & The Last Dance
My friend wanted to have breakfast at the local strip club.
Peter Johnson
Innocence
The birds she could identify—nuthatch, oriole—
Charles Baxter
In Memory
I remember the night my father died
Floyd Skloot
Tails | On the Other Side
When our tails fell off, we had nothing to wag or wave behind us, nothing to curl up or
Jeff Friedman
Shooting Pool in the Mental Hospital
Because memory is not the hovering bank shot that stops at the lip
Al Maginnes
Night World | The Gentle Soul
The barbed-wire vines
William Logan
Back to Brooklyn Bridge | Second Skin
tears are intuition
Michael Burkard
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