I was snow starved all this time
Was eager for the fall to
Skirt in its random leaves and make way
For the white candy floss
For One Day by Michael Vinciguerra
I wish for one day
I could be someone else
To say what they say
To feel what they felt
Remember by Art Heifetz
Despite a notice in the paper
Requesting contributions
In lieu of flowers,
They continued to arrive,
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He rolls off the sofa
Stumbles into the kitchen
The table’s a riot
2 a.m. by Michael Pacholski
2 a.m. by Michael Pacholski so still a hummingbird fluttered only once in its sleep and was hushed by nest-neighbors as the only motorcycle in town zoomed from one junction road to the next ripping the air collecting solitudes as fields of soy and fallow corn contemplated ripeness and the looming winter
For Semimaru by Grace Andreacchi
Twin blossoms bowed
by the weight of white beauty
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