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(The following are the first place poem of Dwain Cromwell, and the fourth place poem of Michael Fiveash.)
Portrait of the Dog as a Young Artist
"I dream my genesis...vision of new man strength, I seek the sun." Dylan Thomas
The Sunday afternoons dogs sleep Sun, I suppose, warms and winds Within a collie's dream.
Path wandering, I muse...
What meadows grow golden beneath paw covered
Lids, and what Sabbath thoughts genesis
The mongrel's genuflection? Though secure
In man's blessing, his rational weaning,
Sweet would it be switching the crosses.
But enough; but path traces deeper woods
Warm and winding where subdued sunlight
Nestles in spots of crystal haze, where
The soft scent of stillness and the wind
Rustle of sedge whisper midst the wilderness.
There will I dream,
My senses sighing on a grassy slope,
The Sunday afternoons dogs sleep.
* * *
Epinician Ode To A Vice Presidential Candidate
Hail to thee, glorious scion of the Hellenic land,
you who rule in glory over the mother of cities,
gleaming pride of your fatherland,
soon to ride in triumph on your great pachyderm
to the fabled palace of shining white.
The glades and groves of Hellas now sing your praises
as soon our own land, with joyous tumult,
will raise the paeon of victory
to the lofty stars:
DUM SPIRO, SPERO
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