the sky shifts
and a silent scream
escapes my lips

this silence
sounds in their ears
loud as the bang

thick summer heat
the whir of our fan
echoes in the hall

slowly I fall asleep
to the lullaby,
of his breathing

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top half champion =

bottom quarter champion =

dusk meadow
boldly colored
by crickets

huddled in the tent
afraid
coyote in the distance

shots echo
louder
than the screams

the silence
after the screams
speaks louder

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grand champion =

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late August silence
snip-snip of scissors
on construction paper

blinding sunrays
meling ice cream—
then splat   on the sidewalk

just as the lightning
reveals too much
sirens

snatching me from sleep
the frantic wail
of the tornado siren

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bottom half champion =

bottom quarter champion =

hungover
on Sunday morning—
awakened by church bells

glass shards cut
the air   as
the bottle crashes
into the bar

only our voices touch
caressing whispering secrets
writing another song

pentatonic hums
under whispered words:
Sakura, Sakura