PETER SWANSON
“They change their bills / From green to feather hues, then buy the beers, / Push back the dampened sleeves. “
Pentameter
DANA SONNENSCHEIN
“The hillside held in shadows’ branching net / and the reservoir in wave-splashed ice resound / when swans rise, kicking, scattering light”
TONY BARNESTONE
“A man swings through the open doors on crutches, / his long arms thick with muscle like the Christ”
X. J. KENNEDY
“With thoughtful steps she made sure that no friend / Would catch the drift of what she planned to do”
CATHERINE SAVAGE BROSMAN
“Full moon, full river now — a mountain tide / at flood stage and still rising”
MICHAEL BATTRAM
“More heifer than a deer, a craftsman’s failure”
