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6. Our mother refused to wear turquoise from any boy after that one. 7. There will be our father's second, third tour, taste of condensed milk and rifle fire after all, his divorce. There will be her migration east to escape the stink of citrus, her wingspan stretching and popping, tears dried to the aftermath of salt. 
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The coincidence. An introduction. A first date, I know a good Italian place. I'll pick you up at seven. He will drive a blue mustang. She will own him. Sandra Beasley, winner of the 2005 Caveat Lector Poetry Contest, lives in Washington, DC.  Poetry Contest Honorable Mentions: Nicholas Lomonossoff Jeanne Stauffer-Merle Sibyl Taylor |
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