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Breakfast, the most important poem
So far, pockets are good
Bob Hicok
Ghazal with Bread
how many summers apart from you, in search of bread
Gökçenur Ç
The Excellent Trip
You thought you’d need a month. You thought you’d need
David Kirby
To Urania
Astronomer who rules the tides and skies,
Rachel Hadas
A Brief History
When I close my eyes I can still hear
Christopher Buckley
Abend in Skåne | Du, Nachbar Gott | Wie der Wächter
The park is high. As from a house
Rainer Maria Rilke
On Breathing and Not Breathing—The Sequence
Once, a man stopped breathing
Suzanne Lummis
The Science of Departures
We study the departure screen and
Adalber Salas Hernández
Sky
What you draw as a blue stripe high above
Maggie Smith
The Last Phonebooth
The last phone booth on the planet smells
Joanna Fuhrman
Destinations
Why is it that the memory my mind chose
Jo-Ann Mort
Waiting for Someone
Dark gray suit, dark green tie, dark
Matthew Thorburn
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