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Saturday, February 18, 2017

Start Here

We are traveling.
Milkweeds caught in the wire,
a river overtopping the banks
after a long wet winter—

here you are made smaller.
I’m going to tell you what happened
right away. And then
we can talk about it.

There is something
everybody knows.
From too far away, your voice spilling
into the corners, grief-

we are already here.
Leave the shadow, leave the glass,
there is something.
Start here, right away.

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