forenoon nap . . .
woken by the clinks
of cowbells
Taofeek Ayeyemi
The taste of sloe gin
underneath the blackthorn boughs—
a
blossom-veiled moon.
Pippa Phillips
Poppy Seeds
swearing
right hands raised ...
lone veteran salutes
packing bags
called again
peace and war
silently
walking
arlington cemetery
— old rose garden
B.A. France
used-book store
its dusty true-crime section
covered with fingerprints
John J. Dunphy
I sense
the coin is cursed
(evil witch)
so I pick it up to pocket
being a believer in fairy tales
Roberta Beach Jacobson
homeless encampment
returning children share
their trick or treat candy
John J. Dunphy