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Four poems in Frostwriting, Issue 12!

Ghazal of Lost Dreams

         “To consider the distance, the ever-receding horizon.
         To go on, to follow the hurtling train of your dreams. . . .”

Territories

         “My body’s a map
         of ravage and mirage—”

My Other Country

         Expect wind,
         a bleak expanse.”

The Forester’s Wife

         “He wooed me in greenwood, beneath beech
         and butternut, among fir and pine. . . .”

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