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          |   | winter moonthe silver
 of returning smelts
 
 Jacquie Pearce | 
        
          | the moment I knowI've gone too far
 freezing drizzle
 
 Ignatius Fay | 
        
          |  | town hall meetingI sit my sarcasm
 in the back row
 
 Sandi Pray | 
        
          | day-moonshe decides
 to hyphenate
 
 Jennifer Hambrick |  | 
        
          |  | midnight thunderI inch closer
 to his snore
 
 Ferris Gilli | 
        
          | the doorbell ringsall the ways we are
 not home
 
 Valorie Broadhurst Woerdehoff |  | 
        
          |  | what to dowith the thyme that's left—
 herb garden
 
 Terri L. French | 
        
          | our lived experience in the bins on the curb
 George Swede | 
        
          |   | pen pal letterback when we were
 mean girls
 
 Kerry J. Heckman | 
        
          | column of antsno one here goes
 by that name
 
 Cherie Hunter Day |   | 
        
          |  | blue hyacinththe granddaughters discover
 my wildflower guide
 
 Reneé Owen | 
        
          | campfire smokedrifting back
 to once
 
 Scott Mason |   | 
        
          |  | twilighti turn the plum
 before taking a bite
 
 Joyce Clement | 
        
          | hands too shakyto hold her granddaughter—
 field stubble
 
 P M F Johnson |  | 
        
          |  | autumn leavesthe sound a deer
 doesn't make
 
 Bryan Rickert | 
        
          | canyon bottomnone of my daydreams
 work here
 
 Agnes Eva Savich |  | 
        
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