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Barrage Balloons, Buck Alec, Bird Flu and You
First there is the weeping one weeps when one reads a good poem,
Paul Muldoon
Ode to Disarmament
I am fairly sure that the leafhopper
John Kinsella
Arf
At the stoplight in Dogleg children swept metal
Peter Jay Shippy
No Nonsense | The Layout
Split off for a sec
Charlie Smith
Cooking in Ashes
The smile is missing; no joy around the eyes.
Amelia Martens
Stages on a Journey Westward
All the mapmakers in history
Wayne Miller
The Last Phonebooth
The last phone booth on the planet smells
Joanna Fuhrman
You Don’t Drink Wine? and I Tremble: Two poems by Rumi
What? You don’t drink wine? Infidel, begone!
Jalal al-Din Rumi
OÚ EST LE CHAT
I can ask this, which is good
Cathleen Calbert
A Nocturnal Upon Saint Charles Yeager’s Day
Here comes that sonic boom
Kimberly Johnson
Coffee on the Stoop
In the yard across the way, the neighbor’s cat—
Clare Rossini
Desire Corners Me in the Quiet
On the beach, I take self portraits with my eyes closed,
Theo LeGro
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