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a rock
the river
goes around
-Scott Metz
prairie dawn mist slowly rises through silence
-Francis Masat
midnight
young lovers kiss outside
a brothel
-Myron Lysenko
orchid show
we bow our heads to meet
each fragrance
-Margarita Engle
Grandfather rakes leaves
from the courtyard of his hut -
deep in golden woods.
-Denis M. Garrison
In her coffin
her childhood photo
ragdoll embrace
-Denis M. Garrison
Since when
did I start wearing
my mother's skin?
-Susan Dailey
Stairs
to a hermit's front door
collapse
-Myron Lysenko
When she comes in, the whole room fades and
becomes mere background for her eyes.
-Denis Garrison
What an ugly face
I was handed out
for use today!
-Florence Vilén