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Kay F. Anderson
Ion Codrescu
Stephen Amor
an'ya
John Stevenson
Anita Virgil
H. F. Noyes
Deirdre Grimes
Cindy Zackowitz
Emily Romano
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too bright
to contain itself . . .
ring around the moon
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Kay F. Anderson
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cold wind–
the crow leans
to caw
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Stephen Amor
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a late snow
someone
sighs
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John Stevenson
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just now it comes
in the tight–furled poppy buds
a looser look
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H. F. Noyes
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spring haze
a sparrow finishes
the redpoll's song
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Cindy Zackowitz
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dry trees
the wind sharpens
its sound
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Ion Codrescu
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bitter cold–
the juniper berry parts
the jay's beak
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an'ya
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and after such a year
the first crocus
in its usual place
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Anita Virgil
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reflected
in the muddy puddle–
plum blossoms
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Deirdre Grimes
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ribboning through
the bed of pansies:
pale green gartersnake
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Emily Romano
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