by R. T. Smith
The snake in his new outfit coiled and shivered.
The mockingbird from high in the live oak mocked.
Mama on the porch rocker cleaned her two barrel
and sang how looping a skin over the rail top
might make a stubborn sky shake down a spurt of rain.
by Shirley Stephenson
A kid in cargo pants stops
to light a cigarette. Others stumble
along the tarmac.
Is dying easy?
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