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Rondel on Route 120

Jenna Le

How still, this country hospital
secreted in New Hampshire’s hills—
the clack of jars of painted pills
is by its lush pine rugs made dull,

and no one here hears any full-
throat yell, though surely someone shrill. . . .


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•An Unsent Letter

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Dear ——,
         Last night, my mother asked me if
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to a town green unmown, untended to
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The first of the blots  two piglets kissing a bell.
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