Randi Ward
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Wheelbarrow
A black feather
sinks
into the rusting
sunset
mosquitoes breed.
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Dam
Lonesome
lock whistles
never know
why
they’re wailing
but blame the river.
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Tadpole
When you’re stuck
in a rut,
everything depends
on the weather.
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Lure
A full moon
skims midnight—
burble and splash
of the overflowing
pond.
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Second Cutting
By brittle bones
we mow bright
waves of meadow
to grey moths.
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Randi Ward is a writer, translator, lyricist, and photographer from West Virginia. She earned her MA in Cultural Studies from the University of the Faroe Islands and is a recipient of The American-Scandinavian Foundation's Nadia Christensen Prize. Ward is a Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee whose work has appeared in the Anthology of Appalachian Writers, Asymptote, Beloit Poetry Journal, Cimarron Review, Thrush Poetry Journal, Vencil: Anthology of Contemporary Faroese Literature, World Literature Today, and other publications.
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