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Nina Wicker
Hortensia Anderson
Elizabeth Howard
H. F. Noyes
Bruce Ross
Cindy Zackowitz
John W. Wisdom
Barry George
Lenard D. Moore
Yvonne Cablona
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evening sunrays
the tap roots of turnips
left in dry ground
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Nina Wicker
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pioneer house
the scent of smoke trailing
through the dark rooms
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Elizabeth Howard
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October snow clouds . . .
the wasp nest's outer coverings
flap in the wind
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Bruce Ross
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slingshot
the pebble misses
a star
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John W. Wisdom
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into the tunnel . . .
late autumn fades
in the rear view
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Lenard D. Moore
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one stroke
splits the log–
a crow caws
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Hortensia Anderson
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misty foothills–
a woodpecker scarcely dents
the thick-spread silence
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H. F. Noyes
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squirrel bones
between tree roots–
needles falling
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Cindy Zackowitz
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floodlit sky
the wrecking ball swings
in and out of darkness
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Barry George
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full moon–
I wonder which state
his jet is crossing
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Yvonne Cablona
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