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Poetry Contest Runner-Up

Faith Silbernagel

A whisper in the wind—
pleasure nibbling on its heels.

Halt! Snap!
Steal the moment in and do not madden.

To cushion the blow beneath the moss-laden land.
Careening through the pitter-patter of raindrops.

A blanket tucks in the night;
race, rant, chase, clamp.

Hum caress
glide bask.

Tear pages smash glass.
Pop corks guzzle wine.

Melodies sway
the cochlea.

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