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Winning Poems: The Moods of Summer

But that it stiffens in the sense's grasp

And fragments in the downwind of our days.

Caesar

Crimson composure on a silken couch,

Arrange the ambition massing in your mind;

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The gradual thunder of your eagle spread

Will break the boundaries of the resting world--

So unsuspected is an ordered rage.

Third Prize Eugene E. Grollmess, S.J.

Tony

Tony kicks the porch railing with his

Other foot because it makes less

Noise. The right one fell off

Somewhere on Heartbreak Ridge; Tony couldn't

Remember when or how. But the doctors

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