ANAXIMANDER'S RAGTIME BAND

By STEPHEN SCHUR (second place)

The Moist in the center, amphora is the Earth with latest comic strips so hips for dying, fires the moist puts out the hots so dearth of plenty is merryment for Milesians, prying apart the union of Sky and Earth, these scaps under Anaximander made a meander of elements to a four-square jig of fire-water called "tab 's' to be inserted in slot 't'"--in short, a fence "apeiron" with seeds tied hatching to its string, knitting the cold wet hamburg of the world to clay and fleshing it with glaze, an onion ring sliced for a sky that curdled, by fire hurled.

Earth was a cylindar, like Edison's first records incised and not the blue plate special of today, air was also mist and dew and fog, immersed chords decor not unlike wallpaper, elemental, held its sway.

MOUNT FUJII

(for Mitsuge Tanaka)

By CONRAD GELLER (third place)

Through all that mountain's uncorrupted height, Past treeline, shrubline, grass, above all soil, The mind awakens and the eyes delight In contemplation of a crystal sight Made beautiful and sacred by our toil.

Gasping the acid, insufficient air, For this we labored through a rainy night Tired and frozen, up each cinder stair, Without the proper formula for prayer; But blind, not simply mothlike, toward no light.

Sensel, the top was bare. Why did we then Arrive like victors, bird nor biug to grace Our coming 7 only sun and sky and space, Burnt rock, primevel wind, and other men.

LENSES MAY BE MIRRORS, MIRRORS MAY BE LENSES

By EDWARD OCHESTER (third place)

Having seen its gigantic head in books, We know the dragonfly Sees with hemi-spherical eyes More lensed than planetarium projectors.

So this August Among the white silks puffed by wind, The garden music shrunk by the outdoor distances, The nylon tent in which tiny sandwiches are served, Wed imagine the fat man Reflected in those dark mirrors upside down.

The unsmiling, unscowling head Receives an impossible projection; What it sees we can not guess.