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THE CIRCUS TRAIN Jim Powell The wind shifts.
A cold front is moving in.
Gusts tumble down
and racket in the trees.
The circus train is leaving town.
It trundles...
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POETRY THE SUM Jim Powell The surface of the water
at the bottom of the well
just before the pebble
touches its reflection, the frame of the moment
without the...
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PHOTOSYNTHESIS Tilden Lake Jim Powell Hemlocks in tiers lean into the oblique light of late afternoon facing Chittenden Peak down the lake shore— their last hour till...
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