from the dawn light
of these woods
she flies
into the tamarind tree
to feed her chick . . .
Rupa Anand
lines of geese honk
flying north with the sun
rush hour
Ruth Happel
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whole world in snail’s shell
pulled behind him everywhere—
living the van life
starlit night—
I tell my children
the stories grandma told me
Ram Chandran
