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Elizabeth
Howard, US
gone for a season
the small white duck
dives into the pond, quacking—
and you in the driveway
puffed up from your capers
ravens sweep
across our mountain peaks—
yet at the Tower of London
I gawk at the pampered birds
like every other tourist
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Shanna Baldwin
Moore, US
feeling
this free flowing
energy
a call across the mountain
echoes at the shore
rain falls
on the bamboo
wind chimes
sounds of Lionel Hampton
a mellow touch to the night
between the mist
and the edge of the forest
shapeshifting
a white buffalo thunders
and becomes one with the clouds
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