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Vol. 8, No. 2: Summer 2002

The Pond in Summertime

by Daniel Anderson

“She is AM radio. Chevrolet. The hot blacktop outside the Dairy Freeze.”

Gold pollen floated on the air,

And through a sunlit galaxy of flies

I watched a silver, glinting muscle rise,

Thrash once, then wriggle quickly down.

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