FOUR POEMS
Jan 01, 2019
2 minutes
KATHERINE BODE-LANG
Beauty’s Many Absences
I stare at the wood showing beneath paint
chipped from the doorframe, so many layers of lead.
The man who nailed this together—
the wood that meets the door, the ceiling—is long dead.
Here, where the town sinks slowly with age,we walk with the shadows of carriages and
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