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Nate Haken
Kirsty Karkow
Bruce Ross
Carmen Sterba
Allen McGill
Francine Porad
Elizabeth Howard
Cindy Zackowitz
Linda Jeannette Ward
Jasminka Nadaskic Diordievic |
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tipping back
my whiskey glass:
the moon |
| Nate Haken
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lower and higher
higher but not sure
first spring peeper |
| Bruce Ross
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an IV tube
caught in sunlight
daffodils |
| Allen McGill
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spring fever
mule ears gee and haw
above the pickup’s slats |
| Elizabeth Howard
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passing laundry
between a flutter of sheets . . .
bob bob white |
| Linda Jeannette Ward
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making way
for the power lines —
a divided maple |
| Kirsty Karkow
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the smell
of root-bearing earth . . .
these restless hands |
| Carmen Sterba
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rustle of wind
among the rhododendrons
feather-fluffing wren |
| Francine Porad
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just as I decide
what kind of bird it is —
its call |
| Cindy Zackowitz
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sweltering day —
little grasshoppers jump
ahead of the scythe |
| Jasminka Nadaskic Diordievic
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