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Tether
She was his picket-pin
and he was free to roam
in a radius as
wide
as the rope that tied
his left leg
to the cold metal
stake
of her heart.
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Unidentified Body
Some grand possibility reduced
like an improper fraction,
he lay nameless
with his closed options open
and his shame exposed,
awaiting his last bath,
clothes that never suited him,
and good-byes of those
who never said hello.
poem c 2005 Maureen
Tolman Flannery
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"Grill"
Jennifer VanBuren 2005
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