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Is a Rose
O’Keefe’s opens in the troposphere, blooms like smoke.
Lisa Rosenberg
Note to Thomas Stearns Eliot
I just dared to eat
Billy Collins
Micah
For a moment I was on trial
Gerald Stern
The World As Sound
I didn’t speak until I was five
Michael Simms
Lost Tails, City of Money and Counting the Money
One day our tails fell off and lay at our feet like giant dead caterpillars.
Jeff Friedman
Two poems from “The Mistaken Place of Things”
How to say hair
Gabriela Aguirre
The Orders of the Ordinary
Death seemed no more
William Logan
Missing
If I told you simply that the bed in the Baptist Hospital
Carl Dennis
Toys
Your toys, my child, hold them dear,
Abraham Sutzkever
Thomas Hardy in the Dorset County Museum
Turned sideways in a desk chair,
Floyd Skloot
In Search of Grace
With slush to ground the Erie trees
Lisa Rose Bradford
First Communion, forty-two and the unnamed
I shall sit here, on this bench,
Kristian Koželj
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