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snowbound
our conversation
drifts
Tom Painting, New York |
getting acquainted
the pull of our fishing lines
with the tide
Stephen A. Peters, Washington |
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evening breeze
the spreading itch
of poison ivy
Jennie Townsend, Missouri |
not
the
whole
story
but probably enough
fresh
snow
Lee Gurga, Illinois |
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aging lover—
he takes my hand
over the snowdrift
Jeannie Martin, Massachusetts |
leaping into
summer, boys from
the bridge
Dana J. Hoffman, Maryland |
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tall pines extending me to the sky
Dietmar Tauchner, Austria |
divvying up
her personal effects
rock paper scissors
Scott Mason, New York |
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skipping the cracks
on an icy sidewalk
the son I never had
Michael Morell, Pennsylvania |
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she dresses for Easter
a resurrection
in his pants
LeRoy Gorman, Ontario |
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clinic wating room . . .
one fish in the aquarium
belly up
Bill Pauly, Iowa |
our estrangement
pearls slip away
from a broken strand
Ferris Gilli, Georgia |
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