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day
of atonement . . .
the weight of crabapples
bent to the ground |
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Randy Brooks
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Full
moon on new snow,
and in the corner
an open can of white paint. |
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Billy Collins
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talk
of the war
a spider shedding
its pale replica |
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Cherie Hunter Day
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breaking
the fast . . .
baby chews a yarmulke
placed on his head |
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Robert H Deluty
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secluded
highway—
in and out of my headlights
a John 3:16 sign |
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Curtis Dunlap
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temple
bell . . .
the breeze
on
a dandelion stem |
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Stanford M. Forrester
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porch
swing
a star
through the leaves |
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Ryan Michael Jones
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Cold
tea in cups—
sweaters draped over chairs
in the garden pagoda |
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Rebecca Lilly
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shooting
star . . .
promptly picked off
second base |
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Dan McCullough
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what
slice of sun
questions the architect:
gingko yellow |
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Emiko Miyashita
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the
Quaker's silence
spills out a wide-open door
—autumn woods |
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Carmen Sterba
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patches
of snow—
he walks his first bike
back up the hill |
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Billie Wilson
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rising
from prayer—
the folds of her habit
open to sun |
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Rich Youmans
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sudden
rain—
the dearly beloved
scatter to cars |
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Matt Zambito
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Modern Haiku • PO Box 68 • Lincoln, IL 62656
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