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The Last Block Party, Bud Johnson

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The sun is setting over the deserted soccer field near the burial mound.

The Day After, Patricia Dobler

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So I walked back to the place we'd found him,

needing to see the blood stains and my hands

in the place his head had lain.

Consider, Mary Crow

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Consider the polar bear

whose every white hair is a heat pipe

Abuelita, Camincha

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To Reyna María, it's like they never left. They visit her often, sometimes in groups, sometimes one at a time.

In The New Guinea Highlands, John Grey

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I can't get over the belief

that the simplest people always know more;

The Sparrows, John Grey

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It's not their flight but how they

alight on the gutters where I might live.

The Touch So, Rob Diehm

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the touch so

deep (little hairs

stand on end)

we become one

Hands That Drew Them As They Are, Unity Durieux

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These hands have delved in ruin,

plumbed lovers' pockets, availed

themselves of coldcuts, goodbooks

Dyslexic, Will Nixon

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The year I learned the hangman's noose

I tied it everywhere: tire swings, clothes lines,

Superior, Ryan Guth

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These pine-dark

shores are seventy

thousand years old

Thoughtless, Chris Semansky

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A piano falls from the sky.

A quite beautiful piano.

Junior College, J. Tarwood

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All my friends had gone off

As if each had found a fate.

Infant Savant, Naton Leslie

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Madonna and child on

the south-east crossing pier

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