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Winning Poems in the Summer School Poetry Contest

and stitched at top and bottom by pigeons and dogs.

. . . the house I lived in was newer

by one hundred years than the barn

and both of them have been churned

under, and new houses

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seeded in their places,

and I suppose that's a comfort

against the awful fact of death.

Second Place Anne Winters

FLOODMARKS To R.G.G.

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Love from your tall house in the hills

Highest above the bay

You walked down once by the glittering tide

The full noon of the day

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