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So Glad She Didn’t Live to See It
What will it be, the thing they say
Mary Jo Salter
Why are white butterflies always in pairs
Above the Morning Glory. I’ve wondered this
Dorianne Laux
The Elms | For the Collection
Workers were cut; had to be done for . . . corporations
Scott Withiam
For the Child Molester
Let him sleep right through it—
Sally Bliumis-Dunn
A Catalogue
You wrote me a letter in a very fast hand
Max Winter
Seven Minutes with Afaa Weaver and Nancy Mitchell
Were it not for his silver hair
Afaa Michael Weaver
Of Course
If I wake at 3, ephemerality
Sydney Lea
Of Silk and Missive & Between Tree and Rocket
Did our adolescent lips heat once or more under one or many star falls between sands on a northern American
Margo Berdeshevsky
View From a Shrinking Floe
Beyond the boats freed from the dripping ice
Billy Collins
Valediction in Guatemala
We say goodbye in front
Susan Fuchtman
On Chanukah
Isn’t fire itself
Linda Pastan
Isle of the Narrator
It's true these boots were taken from a dead man,
Amy Beeder
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