ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2017-2018 competition.
Soldiers are citizens of death's grey land,
Drawing no dividend from time's to-morrows.
In the great hour of destiny they stand, ...
One girl a full head taller
Than the other—into their Sunday dresses.
First, the slip, hardly a piece of fabric, ...
On humming rubber along this white concrete,
lighthearted between the gravities
of source and destination like a man...
I am driving; it is dusk; Minnesota.
The stubble field catches the last growth of sun. ...
They’d been warned
on every farm
There’s blue, and then there’s blue.
A number, not a hue, this blue
is not the undertone of any one...
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