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Poems containing the words wood, receive, trip, and tree.
Here in
the muck puddle of parking
lot, I shudder.
Autumn McClintock
Winter would pull its white comforter
around house and barn and tuck them in.
Nights were long, but the harvest home.
Russell Rowland
I've been watching trains for
half a century. I still wonder
where they've come from, and think
about where they might be going.
Virginia Bach Folger
What prayer
do I render on these knees,
scrubbing these floors?
Cordelia Hanemann
The Loss of a Muse
(Spotlight Runner-Up!)
By night
I make a heap of unsaid words
in my mother tongue
Lakshmi Arya Thathachar
Cooking Jambalaya for a Dinner Party in a Maine Cottage
I need to say here that I've never kept
a dog. And I need to put us all back in the kitchen
with shrimp and rice.
Christine Potter