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MLI
Robert D. Wilson
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hands . . .
the trail i take
to spring
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MLII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Feet in the spring,
we talk about bleeding hearts,
lady slippers, roses...
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MLIII
Robert D. Wilson
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early spring . . .
a dandelion
doing push-ups
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MLIV
Zhanna P. Rader
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His endless dreams
about more push-ups —
a lonely Dandelion.
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MLV
Robert D. Wilson
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damn little boy!
blew my dandelion into
a thousand dreams
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MLVI
Zhanna P. Rader
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Dandelion's
thousand seeds, yielding
just one bloom.
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MLVII
Robert D. Wilson
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street vendor . . .
i love the way your
melons ripen
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MLVIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Too young
to sell her melons —
the street vendor.
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MLIX
Robert D. Wilson
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eating a
banana, the spring
went fast
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MLX
Zhanna P. Rader
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Winter of life —
the couple uses more
endearing words.
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MLXI
Robert D. Wilson
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ah winter,
the unveiling of
branches!
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MLXII
Zhanna P. Rader
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An unveiled
silhouette, barefoot,
bare-everything...
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MLXIII
Robert D. Wilson
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summer dawn . . .
she swims slowly in
her birthday suit
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MLXIV
Zhanna P. Rader
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Sandy beach —
the ice cube slips down her back,
spills as a sash.
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MLXV
Robert D. Wilson
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a teen boy spills
ice water on a sunbather . . .
fresh melons
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MLXVI
Zhanna P. Rader
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The street vendor
with alluring melons replies,
"Show me your penny."
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MLXVII
Robert D. Wilson
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i saw you
last night in a dream . . .
breathing blossoms
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MLXVIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Spring blossoming —
her walk is followed
by men's glances.
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MLXIX
Robert D. Wilson
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drooping flower,
are you longing
for nectar?
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MLXX
Zhanna P. Rader
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Droopy melons —
she tells her cat about
her long-gone beaux.
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MLXXI
Robert D. Wilson
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purrrring . . .
we blanket ourselves
with memories
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MLXXII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Jealous husband —
jealous even
in her dreams.
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MLXXIII
Robert D. Wilson
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scorching night . . .
a jealous ex shoots his lover
and her boyfriend
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MLXXIV
Zhanna P. Rader
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Creeping Charlie
hugs my Black-Eyed Susans —
love or jealousy?
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MLXXV
Shanna Moore
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cupid indeed...
stuffing his love
up my heart
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MLXXVI
Zhanna P. Rader
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Valentine's Day —
alone with Hershey's Kisses,
she day-dreams.
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MLXXVII
Tanya Dikova
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touch...
how warm you are,
old pine!
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MLXXVIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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The heat
from the bonfire —
the two of us.
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MLXXIX
Robert D. Wilson
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the bonfire . . .
casting spring
to the moon
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MLXXX
Zhanna P. Rader
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A cloud
hides the moon's smiling face —
I let you kiss me.
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MLXXXI
Robert D. Wilson
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kiss me, moon,
pock marks and all . . .
cabin fever
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MLXXXII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Cold cabin night —
cozied up in a single bag,
we still can't sleep.
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MLXXXIII
Robert D. Wilson
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what is sleep
when the stars are inside
our tent?
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MLXXXIV
Zhanna P. Rader
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A sob in my throat...
I forgive you everything
this starry night.
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MLXXXV
Vaughn Seward
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Valentine's rose —
your eyes smile softer
than the petals.
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MLXXXVI
Zhanna P. Rader
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Their softness,
touched with her lips —
his rose's petals.
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MLXXXVII
Robert D. Wilson
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watching
rose petals flutter . . .
sunday morning
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MLXXXVIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Breathing in
the fragrance of his rose —
the moon's my companion.
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MLXXXIX
Robert D. Wilson
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a romeo, the
moon, painting spring
on our lips
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MXC
Zhanna P. Rader
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A forefinger
across her rounded lips —
we sneak to her room.
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MXCI
Robert D. Wilson
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shame on you
moon, peaking into
our room!
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MXCII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Windows opened —
I share my bed
with the moon.
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MXCIII
Robert D. Wilson
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sly moon, you
beat me tonight . . .
spring tomorrows
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MXCIV
Zhanna P. Rader
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This dandelion,
now so puny and bald,
lets its seeds fly.
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MXCV
Tanya Dikova
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violin
under your fingers
a delicate tune
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MXCVI
Zhanna P. Rader
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Play me
as you do your violin —
St. Valentine's Day.
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MXCVII
Robert D. Wilson
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her eyes . . .
where ursus goes to
play at night
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MXCVIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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I like a bear in you:
strong, decisive and... soft;
moonlit forest camp.
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MXCIX
Robert D. Wilson
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A kitten in a
teddy's bear's coat . . .
purrrrring
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MC
Zhanna P. Rader
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Valentine's Day gift:
a teddy bear hugging a heart,
mine too.
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