ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2018-2019 competition.
In the small beauty of the forest
The wild deer bedding down—
That they are there!...
You squeezed its leash in your fist,
It followed where you led:
Tick, tock, tick, tock,...
When God at first made man,
Having a glass of blessings standing by,
“Let us,” said he, “pour on him all we can....
Accept my need and let me call you brother,
Slate blue oyster, wet sand crustacean,
In your hurrying to burrow, wait. Hover....
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