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By Jaime Lee Jarvis
Was it the rush of words in that language
we understood only when we cocked our heads,
speaking on the slant, slurring our way
By JoAnne Growney
A stand of poplars is a self-assembling
ground-water protection system.
By Heather Davis
The lights in your home channel 29 men, their
soot stained clothes, last breaths, crystalline sweat
let loose on black rock
By Gregory Pardlo
Unfinished, the road turns off the fill
from the gulf coast, tracing the bay, to follow
the inland waterway.
By Chris August
America, don’t we love like oil?
Don’t our slippery arms
Pave the pores of those who need us?
By Wang Ping
What more can you say
Nomad daughter of glaciers?
City has bleached the sun from your face
By Patricia Smith
The storm left a wound seeping,
a boulevard yawning, some
By Allison Adelle Hedge Coke
America, I sing back. Sing back what sung you in.
Sing back the moment you cherished breath.
Sing you home into yourself and back to reaso
By Bruce Weigl
Today some things worked as they were meant to.
A big spring wind came up and blew down
from the verdant neighborhood trees,