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VAL MAGNUSON
Morning Dance


She slipped silently in
Stepping flamenco whirls
Tambourine sky ribbons trembling
Clicking her heels
Dancing tafetta colors across the heavens
China tea cups shattering
With castinet rhythms
Glazing the firmament with patches of light
Captivity captured with masterful flight
Eager, trembling audience, I
Attempted creation
remembering, her-
From nowhere to nowhere
Along these thin, grey lines
Of her majestic dance
Across the sky-
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CAROL BORZYSKOWSKI
A Persistent Belief in Ghosts

Anne, you and Sylvia haunt me.
Any minute now I expect
all hell to break loose
from your visitations.
Sylvia made me coffee this morning
bumped the stove with her rump
gave me a wicked wink.
I don't believe in hell.
I do believe in electric stoves.

I'm not that eager to make a mistake.

Listen Anne, can we talk?
Put Sylvia on the extension,
we need a three way connection.
I want to talk to you about vodka
bottle you left on my car seat,
and about the bricks propped
against the gas pedal.
I don't believe in heaven.
I do believe in designated drivers.

Words have layers of meanings
and I'm sick of arguments
over any idea from lunch
to life and death.
I have regrets, have shed my quota of tears;
Karma echoes like an empty room.
Your spirits guard my path.
What we send out is returned.
That I do believe.
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