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NIGHT SPIDER
All day he waited, then
Will Stone
IT IS STILL BEAUTIFUL TO HEAR THE HEART BEAT*
It's 3 AM. The crows on one leg or none are already starving for infant nests. A few leaves hang on
Margo Berdeshevsky
Virginia Woolf: Three Fragments (1910)
i.How much must we carry with us? Must we bear the souls of errand boys, drovers, butchers in bloody smocks, the
Campbell McGrath
Three Ballerinas & Blue Plaques
After the war, my father bought three little porcelain figurines in Germany, three
Richard Jones
DOG CITY
We have seen you following the scent—
Carol Frost
Poem of the Quotidian
Night falls so swiftly in this part of town
Ruy Belo
Dust
You return with us to the grave,
Hoyt Rogers
Imaginary Conversation | In the Orchard
You tell me to live each day
Linda Pastan
A Series of Small Scandals and Dear Telephone Booth,
Imogen photographed her new husband:
Susan Rich
The Mind Sliding
around inside the scene:
Wayne Miller
In a Room with Many Windows
In a room with many windows
Jane Hirshfield
And This is How It Happens
Because I have been happily
Peter Cooley
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