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Echo (and Narcissus)
I saw it in midcentury
Christina Pugh
Three Poems
In the rainy sub-
Reginald Gibbons
Pandemic Fugue
These are the skies of my childhood
Jody Bolz
Salvation, in B#
Bigtime Baltimore, new
Afaa Michael Weaver
Moving the Piano and From the Cliff
Compact and gleaming, black and white,
Rachel Hadas
THE FLOWER AT THE END OF THE WORLD
It was a 1954 Ford pickup truck that stopped
T.R. Hummer
Others & Kents
They stopped the car on the crest of Coleman Valley Road to show his sister and her husband the Pacific view.
Diane K. Martin
FOUNTAIN
Dogwood white knuckle it through January, February, March:
Kathy Fagan
Over
Suddenly, it’s over, and I hear!
Laura Kasischke
CONCRETE
Entry was easy
Arthur Vogelsang
Four a.m. and 40 Years Later
Driving into my old city yesterday
Jessica Greenbaum
Post Structuralism
But the first idea was not to shape the clouds
Christopher Buckley
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