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Butterflies And Honey, B. Z. Niditch

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You keep your voice

shivering in the blue sun

butterflies and honey

Between Us There Are More And More Things, Becky Kennedy

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Frying bacon in the morning

every morning washing dishes in a place

where I see trees

Terrible Twos, Charles Harper Webb

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O God of Mercy, drop me in the sea.

Turn my feet into propellers; my chest,

The Walnut, David Cappella

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Consider the walnut

its crenellation, its meat

like a miniature human brain

Verso

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Dragonflies On The Stairs, Gary Pedler

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It was the only Victorian left on the block. On either side stood apartment buildings, one from the turn of the last century, the other from the nineteen eighties, both nondescript in different ways.

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Photography, Rustin Larson

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Earth takes a long-exposure photo of herself--

her apartment a kind of camera obscura--

Fugitive Day, Ellen Prentiss Cambell

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Yonder Hills it was called then, and still is now, after the first line from an old hymn my grandmother used to sing, "Yonder Hills are very Fair."

The Third Of May, 1808, At Madrid: The Shootings On Principe Pio Mountain, Oil On Canvas, 1814, Ravi Shankar

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When they come for you, Cossack-capped,

in lockstep, carrying the black eye of death

against their shoulders, how will you react?

Two Swans In A Pond Next To The Highway, J. R. Solonche

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They have chosen well, these two

swans, one swimming the circumference

of the water, its neck a parenthesis

Worms, Gary Guinn

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At the wine and cheese party for the clinic staff, John described his worm farm to Doctor Miles.

Elegy For The Residents Of The Niagara Apartments, Ken Meisel

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I

Because there are stories too disturbing to retell

I have to first talk about the field of yellow flowers

Compost, Ravi Shankar

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Filling a tarp full of spindled elm leaves

that cling and loosen in wake of dragging

Squid, Mary Ann Mayer

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We dissected one in school,

and it squirted ink all over the room

when I squeezed it.

For Chance, Keep Beauty Warm, Nancy Lee Craven

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Keep truth ardent, fresh and limber

protect it by finding it in lowly places

and leave it there--

The Agreement, Lewis Schrager

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When the shooting starts, the tourists stay home. No tourists, no business--Mamoun Aboulafia knew the situation all too well.

The Lincoln-Douglas Debate Of 1984, Tom Williams

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I should have conceded as soon as Abraham Lincoln entered the room.

New In Town, Nancy White

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Yes, he still drops by, still for no reason. Even

today when rain bathes the house and

the path sheds its glove of dust.

Late Visions, Lynn Domina

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He's an old man with an infant

daughter dead seventy years.

Country Junction, Tom Miller Juvik

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Talk to anyone in the county about the murder of Al DeLancy, the explanation will be the same.

"And Today", Jack Lindeman

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And today I wonder what should be done

and what not done,

and whether there is really

any difference between the two

Office Girl, Barry Jay Kaplan

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I work in an office. I have my own desk which has a drawer right under the main surface where inside when I was hired and sat down at it for the first time I found paper clips and little pads of different colors and lots of pens and pencils…

Drawing Blanks, John Azrak

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I turned my memory over

to you when, unexpectedly

A Field Of Pumpkins, Martha Christina

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Glimpsed from the train

they're a sudden

and short-lived gift.

In Some Town's Junk Shop, John Hazard

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A photo: someone's tall father leans on a shovel

in failing light. It's black and white, but I see

the orange in the tip of his smoke

The Iris And The Blade, Kathleen Hellen

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The body Japanese:

perfect as the words;

Rory Gilley, Cody Stratton

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People always wonder

But never question why

Some Less Well-Tempered Claviers, John Grey

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This thinking is not all solitary.

Sometimes I take music along.

Johann Sebastian Bach,

Falcon, Colleen Abel

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The falconer makes a show of the release:

pretending to heave the bird to open air,