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Near the Sea
All manner of birds love this windbreak hedge
Billy Collins
Moveable
Swords drawn, Hem and his bronze friend
Ron Smith
Early Explorers Sometimes Carried Watermelons Instead of Canteens & Close Your Eyes
Ever cut open a watermelon
Katharine Rauk
Rubbish Heap translated by Sasha Dugdale
I haven’t the strength to sing of you, resplendent rubbish heap!
Elena Shvarts
As It Happens
As it happens, there was nothing left, so much to do, a plethora
Phillis Levin
For Michael Gottlieb
All this time me on he leadéd
Charles Bernstein
Two Views of Bercy
It seems that the sun has stopped and will move no more
Jacques Réda
Don’t Bum Out the Musicians
At St. Paul’s church, the musicians have heard it all.
Cornelius Eady
Deceiving the Gods
The old Jews rarely admitted good fortune.
Ellen Bass
The Last of Fanfare
By fire, then, but within view of a rough sea?
Carl Phillips
Any Kind
Look up. The sky is never constant, sometimes clouded,
Leah Umansky
New Music: Antlia and Aquarius, from OF THE NEAR AND FAR
I’ve always been captivated by the night sky, endlessly wondering about what lies beyond.
Patricia Brennan
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