telegraph poles
vanish
into a mirage
Barry Sanbrook
goldfield cemetery—
my ancestors in the section
with no headstone
Sandra Simpson
white Christmas—
I yearn to be back home
swatting flies
Keitha Keyes
snow daisy trail
forgiving you for not
forgiving me
Mira Walker
hunting orchids
we set off the bells
of quaking grass
Nathan Sidney
stubble fields . . .
the long highway
to his wake
Earl Livings
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