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distant thunder —
the dog’s toenails click
against the linoleum
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© Gary Hotham
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summer’s end
the quickening of hammers
towards dusk
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©Dee Evetts
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The dotted line my father’s ashplant made
On Sandymount Strand
Is something else the tide won’t wash away.
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© Seamus Heaney
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From the first email
We were living together
Late, migrating swans
Winging it, crossing
Iced firths’ spliced noons and midnights,
Messaging apart,
In that afterworld
Where we met when we emailed
There is no other
You are my question
In that fingertip waiting
You are my reply
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© Robert Crawford †
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my head in the clouds in the lake ‡
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© Ruby Spriggs
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† From Full Volume by Robert Crawford, published by Jonathan Cape. Used by permission of The Random House Group Ltd.
‡ Use of the single-line format allows the reader to consider the possibility of more than one line break.
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