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July 5, 2025
~ Second Place ~ Contest: Lost Sponsor: Craig Cornish *per contest specifics: quatrains 1, 3, 5; hymn meter quatrains 2, 4; free verse
Amid the fire of twilight sun I wish I knew my way horizon’s char and moonlight’s shun has ashed my hope I pray for dark cloud constellation to free a steed for me to flee gunshot streets for primrose to steal my jaundice and burn the itch in roadside stars for me to follow scent and sight and find forsaken door to open with my key contrite a waif who’s lost no more but gods of dirt and sky refuse this pessimist with optimist dreams primrose mowed as needle holes grow nebulae-scars of blown-vein bruises a morphine horse runs dirty track while stars in alley air just stare and offer not but black expanse — my nowhere lair
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