The Egret Tree
By Poetry Issue 83
In the past, I have asked for what this may be, more faithfully perhaps, haven’t I, for some covenant of intimate favor waiting along a byway? So how then should it be seen, what begins as just a blue, late morning crease between heavy rains, noticing the usual roadside toll of…
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By Poetry Issue 83
From nothing God made everything, they said. Nothing plus God is nothing we said. But with something to work with, look what we’ve done. God said, you’d better and you’d better not, they said. And sometimes it looks like you have when you shouldn’t. Eyewash, we said, it’s just how we are, honeyed self-interest in…
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