XXXVIII.

BENJAMIN WINKLER

 
 
sumac grown     where kitchen     was
half roof     in yard     we counted
between     the empty threats    of storm
 
limped bicycles      to knotgrass     tried
the front     door       hided
headlights    trading darkness      for blindness
 
on kresson     took hand     as ourn
eyes adjusted      made    words
appear     in the gather     ing night

 

 
 

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