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Like conifers in the Bois de Boulogne where he would walk
Daniel Tobin
Posthumous Cabin
And got away to it, and left the work to others
William Olsen
TAROT: THE EMPRESS
Earth pours wet, quick scimitars
Annie Finch
To Say
There are dead children all over and under this earth
Leslie Harrison
Two Poems
I had a teacher in a fiction writing class
Jessica Greenbaum
The Last Plume Poems
the year that is when Churchill begged
Stuart Friebert
Three Poems
I dropped a sprig of laurel into your grave
Karl Kirchwey
Yahrzeit
This was the woman who remembered her childhood.
Mark Jarman
1945
The winter trees offer no shade no shelter.
Jean Valentine
The Dead, At Home,
snag on brush and low cactus.
Paul Nemser
NIGHT SPIDER
All day he waited, then
Will Stone
On Psalm 91 and Maestro Says
And daily, I read:
Boris Khersonsky
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