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By Laura Lauth
you, rabbit
hind quarter, electric
for you, we wait
like news
to see where
we are now, where
the world's gone.
out marking
a day.
for you
all sifted
and nothing like,
a rapid heart
set lightly
to snow.
you could be
any one
of the dead
infinitely to
and always looking
as if about
to speak.
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E-mail your poems to poet@takoma.com,
or mail them to the Takoma Voice / Silver Spring Voice, 6935 Laurel Ave., suite 207, Takoma Park, MD 20912.
The editor of VoxPoetica is Don Berger, Poet Laureate of Takoma Park.
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