Two Poems

Beth Boylan

Once my father took me for a ride in his Buick to the lumberyard.
He heaved a bag of sand up across his shoulder and slugged it down on the counter.
I thought I’d never seen such strength

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Top Secret

Alison Brown

So they can get dressed in the minutes it takes for dawn to become day
And smiling to each other (from beneath and behind their helmets)
They leave the world to find something in the stars

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My Cows

Nicholas Holt

My great-great grandpa liked the bootleggers —
the ones who wore cow hooves on their feet
when running their shine from distillery to table

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