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• John Hawkhead 18 November 2015

  across the bay on the ebb tide waves tumble stars

• Linda Pilarski 17 September 2014

  wisps of shade— a raptor soars across the sun

• Perpoto (Umesh Desai) 5 May 2013

  across a rising moon shadows fade from sight ????? ????? ??????? ???? ????? ?????? ????

• Beate Conrad 8 March 2013

  A blue heron gliding across the stream to the other shore

• Sandi Pray 19 April 2012

  across golden prairie her laughter spring wind

• Ann Roske 9 April 2012

  through the cool gray mist phantoms drift across the sky imagination

• Wahyu Basjir 15 February 2012

  from across the roji the ripples fade to spring breeze— measuring the distance between me and myself

• John Hawkhead 23 September 2011

  across the pavement tumbled by winter wind an empty snailshell

• John Hawkhead 31 July 2011

  across the fridge door summer’s unfinished haiku

• Nicole Pakan 12 September 2010

  you didn’t notice you loved her until you watched her, back turned, hop-scotch across the sky. they didn’t ask for reasons, but cast their fears in metal, and waited for those long celestial hours to turn to clay. tracing a filigree road through the heavens, the hooligan spirits are spitting a canvas of litter and mud. it hangs in the met, between warhol and matisse, and turns trapezoid on every other thursday.