In a Summer of Snipers
By Joseph RossIn a summer of snipers
some men raised their hands
with fingers pressed
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Arthritis is one thing, the hurting another
By Camille T. DungyThe poet's hands degenerate until her cup is too heavy.
You are not required to understand.
This is not the year for understanding.
Making History
By Marilyn NelsonSomebody took a picture of a class
standing in line to get polio shots,
and published it in the Weekly Reader.
Let Daylight Come (Little Rock, circa 2008)
By Antoinette BrimLet the moon untangle itself
from the clothesline, as coming daylight
diminishes its lamp to memory.
Portrait of Hippocrates, or Buqrat
By Kim RobertsO augury seeker,
know and be aware...
In the book of divination,
Halim, waiting
By Kathleen O'TooleHe arrived first as a student of geology
in the bicentennial year.
He witnessed
Can Safety Matches Make Us Safe?
By Judith ArcanaYou read the tiny cardboard book before
you scratch the strip under Augie's New Pizza
on the back of MIA:We still don't know
At the Demonstration
By Penelope Scambly SchottBack when I used to march
in the noon of the green world,
I sang like a crow.
From a Conversation-Hour Discussion About Intolerance with Adult English Students
By Nahshon CookThen he explained
how the Buddha
instructed us
to reflect on the body
Migrant Earth
By Deema K. ShehabiI could tell you that listening is made for the ashen sky,
and instead of the muezzin's voice, which lingers
like weeping at dawn,