Current Issue About Editorial Note Archives Submitting Links		David Lee Garrison Listen the prairie holds its breath in the wait for thunder      moonlight sucks the ocean      back and again back the owl's beak gnashes the bones of a squirrel      a fossil leaf      speaks from the stone Next Poem
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