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Andy Fogle

Four Poems

At 60 he strokes
the fly lure’s hackle
and is 12.

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The spider’s caught in paint a shade called zephyr.

*

Tea drunk,
empty cup
steams on.

*

Her hand’s
in his
back pocket
and his is
in hers.

Andy Fogle is a Virginian living in upstate New York and a poet studying education.