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Poems containing the words last, held, find, and town.
My kitchen
(Spotlight Runner-Up!)
Tufts inch across the reclaimed table,
the moss reclaiming it with velvet inner arms
Carolyn Wilsey
an instinctive explorer
heading inwards
into those dark belly pools
Peter O'Donovan
My mother has no modesty
Not with me
Alanna Shaikh
Then down that basket went at your feet
and with enormous flips of your deceivingly fragile arms,
you shook the sheets to the wind like sails
William Thierfelder
Has meditation ever been described this way?
There's a dandyish, fey quality to me when I meditate.
Edward Salem