by Pattiann Rogers
The common garden snail can’t watch
the heavens and enumerate—600 young
stars in Perseus, one more hour
until full moon. It can’t make lists—
pinwheel of Andromeda, comet fireball
of Tempel-Tuttle. . . .
by Gary Fincke
Let us explain, the church said, the mystery
Of the inexplicable bones. One: God ran tests,
What did we think? There’s always waste—to get
Eden right, He had to fail a thousand times, . . .
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