Venue For Morning
by Janie Hubbell
after cock’s crow
when rays bend
around naked tree limbs
untethering
their blue diffidence--
traded white
the empty window
looks down
like a transparent lover
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In Doubt
by Amanda Oaks
I hate how the moon
takes advantage of me
leaving me in a surge of
fill-in-the-blank,
a mad-lib kid
unraveling,
a ribbon off it’s spool
directing the wind.
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