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John Stevenson
Margaret Chula
Brian Gierat
Nina Wicker
H. F. Noyes
Joann Klontz
John Crook
Hortensia Anderson
Rick Tarquinio
Nikola Nilic
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spring night
one leg over
the blanket
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John Stevenson
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a snagged lure
dangles from the deadfall
sunshine on the hooks
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Brian Gierat
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wind bursts the peonies
only a few strewn petals
land in pairs
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H. F. Noyes
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ebb tide
the shell I keep reaching for
carried further away
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John Crook
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Sunday bells . . .
the first ripe mulberry
sweetens the shade
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Rick Tarquinio
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summer solstice–
spitting cherry pits
into the river
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Margaret Chula
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his ninety-seventh
the white peony nods
in table sunshine
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Nina Wicker
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Saturday . . .
a single sailboat
in the shipping lane
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Joann Klontz
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drunk on the beach–
the moon in my sake cup
disappears
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Hortensia Anderson
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waterfall mist
sunrays spread out
into the woods
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Nikola Nilic
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