W e  M a g a z i n e  I s s u e  1 7  *  V o l u m e  1 7



       he is the highest apple

       on my tree

       ripening to a bushelful:

       drop, pretty one, drop

               *******

       until he sang

       i didn't know my heart

       had so many

       doors


                       Nancy Dunlop

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       Stratagems


       of light slicing
       a hall into webs

       of leaf between two
       trees:

       have come in oblique
       leaps to a place,

       stacked trick on trick
       to reach it-

       this solar tremor-
       tap heat &

       movable heart of
       red wood.


                       Michael Weaver

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       from STANCE


               another driven plot, however
               sheltered

               falls away, leaves
               barren

               concrete-
               to be stood on, askew

               between holes where
               buildings

               halls, now space where
               opening

               form from one's only

               distance


                               Stephen Cope

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When the owl comes down and sits on the top of the birth pole
The unremarked messenger sidles from behind Corona Borealis
Breathless with complaining. A human life is more important
Than anything. And it says it again. To language is to listen.


               Robert Kelly

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