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The Dark Whispers
i. We ride horses in the slowly-falling snowand you tell me it is Summer, it is warm,and I don’t quite believe you, but I love you,so I go along with the oddly humorous deception. My mother says “Love is blind”and “Hindsight is 20/20,” but it doesn’t
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Four Poems
In the middleof spring, in the centerof the thicketa family of finches are making a slogof dinner, wormsthat, pulled outof the ground become somethinglike an elegiacwitness to hunger,the birds’ hunger, the thicket’s starvation,the yellowed grass’sthi
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Responsibilities Of Attention
Sometimes driving, you see a dead animal in a roadside heap of its own wreckage, but it’s just a shredded truck tire turned back on itself in a kind of visual agony. That’s a common mistake, though who talks about it? My wife does. Usually a deer or

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