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High Finance
You looked up and saw across the field
Sophie Cabot Black
FIREFLIES
Evenings when the children
Jennifer O’Grady
The Occupant Imagines the House as a Great Fish & Eight Things…
It has already swallowed a century, each year a silver iridescent scale. For eight, she has lived in its belly,
Jennifer Maier
When We Make Lifelines, the Universe Breathes a Little Easier
When night becomes heavy, I break a hole
Kelli Russell Agodon
SPITE FENCE | THE HUMAN CANARY
My neighbor forced his abutter
John Skoyles
Reflection
I am a lion
Eliza Griswold
This Moment
You know when darkness seems to pour
Ron Smith
Ayotzinapa
We bite the shadow
David Huerta
The Dolls’ House Mysteries
A woman lies so tidily
Helen Ivory
Painting
all things look as if
André du Bouchet
A Love Poem While Dissolving
I’m trying to say I love you, but Buckminster Fuller declared
David Wagoner
Far Country
When you were in that country
Lee Upton
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