ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2018-2019 competition.
Child, when you’re sad put on your blue shoes.
You know that Mama loves you lollipops
and Daddy still has a job to lose....
Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly,
Asleep on the black trunk,
Blowing like a leaf in green shadow. ...
Let my music be found wanting
to yours (as it must)...
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