Lola Haskins – Serenade
Soon your small yellow leaves
will become meteors
falling through the dark as
K.A. Hays – Petition
Here floats the mind on summer’s dock.
The knees loose up, hands dither off,
the eyes have never heard of clocks.
Jill McDonough – Sealing Woodrow
My parents visit me in Salt Lake City
and we go let the Mormons tell us who
we are, or who we’ve been. Museum
of names of the dead they keep: the Granite
Elinor Wylie – Beauty