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Seth Jani
Olly and the World Sea He sometimes sees it winking Through the chinks and chasms. It’s massive, sloshing the light Between the branches, Shining like the one blue flame In all the world. When he’s away from it he can Smell the unnerving scent Of its abysses, can hear the shore With its slow-dragging chains. If he enters it, it is like Slipping through a dream. The change is so subtle It cannot be recorded. Poppies and Pirimids
Elizabeth L Thompson
Everywhere he goes He gets further and further.
Jill Johnson
But no matter what, the wind And gulls return it to him.
Dry Dirt Country: Cassidy’s Complaint
It is the one place He can get back to.
Rust 2
Jill Johnson
Everything here has thorns Or horns. The fence wire is barbed To keep us in. Even tumbleweeds blown from other counties get stuck here. Nothing taller than sagebrush under this high cloudless sky. Circles of vultures there, waiting for something to die And finally be mentioned in the weekly paper.