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Elegy
The floor is littered with clothes I once wore
Emily Fragos
A Terribly Sentimental Fork
As unmined silver,
Amy Gerstler
The Dolls’ House Mysteries
A woman lies so tidily
Helen Ivory
Vernissage
Survivors of a volcanic explosion, cross-
Rosanna Warren
Glimmer Train | Strike-Slip
Redwinged blackbirds in the cattail pond—
Arthur Sze
Monk’s Eye, #20
Of all rhythms he found day and night
Cees Nooteboom
Purity | A Withered Rose
Amazing solitude.
Nina Cassian
The Loneliness of His Death
I like to think there’s a place where all the poets go
Sharon Dolin
The Wayfarer
When the wings of the triptych are open as
Linda Gregerson
Remote Stars
Look up. There’s Bill,
Scott Withiam
Regret
Later in life, we enter the neighborhood
Anton Yakovlev
The Garden
It just came at you. You were in it almost
Brian Swann
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