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Sequestered

It was to keep us impartial and to protect us from threats and bribes.

Shame Ol’ Lady

Never takes much, a fingertip’s touch, or beak-brush of prey-probing bird.

Shepherd, Shepherd Where Are You?

The people awakened, rose up, raged at tyrants garbed in uniforms.

Shirley Hazzard

We have mysterious inclinations. No one can explain it to us.

Shirt

Expulsion. He was out, his course set. One word can turn the key.

Shorty’s Paradise

The most arcane sexual practices could arouse me from my torpor.

Sick Kids

Real ones get through again and again.

Silence

Christopher Woods

Sins of Omission

I hope I do not baffle or bluff. I hope I will not raise your hopes.

Six Months after My Father’s Death

He hadn’t meant to hurt her. Drowning people will do anything for air.

Skylight

I’m no longer the buzzards glooming over the mango tree.

Snapshots of My Brother

We’re all trying, in our own ways, to parse what we may have done wrong.

So You’re Thinking of Getting an MFA . . .

If you’re going to take a degree, take one from the best school you can.

Soir Bleu

The clown has taken a seat at our veranda table in absolute silence.

Soledad and Other Poems

Soledad is the name a woman is given, a sentence a woman must serve.

Some Half-World

Distance, I’m discovering, is better in the imagination.

Someone

On Christmas Day, we lost one of our great advocates for poetry.

Something Left Behind

On this small island, everyone knows who comes, especially who goes.

Song

Ahab went mad when he saw the sea is just the sea and nothing more.

Song of the Old Mother

Their days go over in idleness, and they sigh if the wind but lift a tress.

Sonnet of the Sweet Complaint

If you are hidden treasure, mine, don’t let me lose what I have gained.

Sonnet with a Line from Wordsworth

Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive, but to be young was very Heaven!

Sonoran Song and Other Poems

For eight weeks no one heard my voice for eight weeks no one slept.

Spaghetti Western

I keep an eye on my shit—this body, this lost cause, this bad joke— I want to be good at more than just childlessness and tying balloon animals.

Sparrow

When I cast my vote, I become just that tiny, abstract, lost, and essential.

Spell

Collage what we can, form fractured and repaired, blend of is and isn’t.

Spelter, West Virginia (Unincorporated)

A plastic Kroger’s bag caught in the chinking—Spelter’s only banner.

Spirit

Rumi advised me to keep my spirit up in the branches of a tree.

Sport

Both dogs were barking now—their barking urgent, hysterically pitched.

St. Petersburg, Russia

My first memory is the day of mourning after John Lennon died.