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Rome/Glasgow: Early March
Our favorite time to visit—cool air for all-day walking, in
Ron Smith
Wraith
I never walk past that gate I don’t recall a rifle butt, two sharp yelps,
Davis McCombs
THE LIGHTS ON THE BOATS
I didn’t start this to break anyone’s heart.
C Dale Young
The Peripheral Position of the Sun
A young woman roars, laughs, splashes the face of a young man, nears the shore where the blinking lights of fireflies
Marilyn Hacker
The Oklahoma Purchase
William Howard Taft wouldn’t drink before dark.
Brian Henry
Aunt Rolla
She had the softest face
Mark Jarman
Coattails
When I was eighteen, I wanted to write a screenplay based on my father’s life: from his birth in poverty, how his family gathered around one scant meal a day of potatoes and onions
Henry Israeli
Once We Were
once we were immigrants
Martha Collins
Near the Sea
All manner of birds love this windbreak hedge
Billy Collins
from The Violet Blood of the Amethyst
An exceptionally unhappy heart.
Louis Calaferte
The Happiness on the Other Side of Happiness
Kids swing and old men sit. That's the way
Jim Moore
Yellowphant and Don’t Forget
The circus so yellow and red stands on two feet,
Terese Svoboda
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