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Pip
Withered pip of a boy, now grey and halt
Carol Muske-Dukes
The Old Thoughts
Immersed, called forth—
Daniel Bourne
Pitty-Pat
Oleander to the death of horses
Donald Revell
My Father Was a Honey Bee
My father was a honey bee He buzzed and buzzed
Jan Freeman
Car Trouble
I watch the engine start to burn
Charlie Clark
Prayer Written on a Wide Veranda on a Comfortable Couch in Sewanee, TN
If prayer requires an audience that is divine
Rebecca Aronson
Logs
Giants lie entangled on wet sand,
Grace Schulman
SENTIMENTAL CONVERSATION
In an ancient park, isolated and icy,
Lloyd Schwartz
War Poems
Mangled tanks at rest on the roadway's shoulder.
Philip Fried
Occupation
As a peeper, some clear night, singing for a star,
Scott Withiam
Paying a Blind Man to Wash and Wax My Car
Maybe they’re right, friends who mock me,
Helen Pruitt Wallace
Embryo
All morning, pitting the apricots
Gemma Gorga
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