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By Antoinette Brim
Let the moon untangle itself
from the clothesline, as coming daylight
diminishes its lamp to memory.
By Kathleen O'Toole
He arrived first as a student of geology
in the bicentennial year.
By Nahshon Cook
Then he explained
how the Buddha
to reflect on the body
By Alan King
The president of pride's been overthrown
by a coup.
The president of humility shakes his head.
By Rich Villar
lacking a proper entrance
into a poem
about Arizona Senate Bill 1070
By Patricia Spears Jones
And I am full of worry I wrote to a friend
Worry, she replied about what—love, money, health?
All of them, I wrote back. It’s autumn, the air is clear
By Jeff Gundy
A good day for late wildflowers--daisies and burrs
leaned out into the path for a better view, brilliant
blue somethings with tiny blooms on tall stalks.
By Camille T. Dungy
Pause here at the flower stand-mums
and gladiolas, purple carnations
dark as my heart.
By Philip Metres
In the green beginning,
in the morning mist,
they emerge from their chrysalis
By Martha Collins
not as in pin, the kind that keeps the wheels
turning, and not the strip of land that marks
the border between two fields. unrelated