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After Grass and Long Knives

Suspect enthusiasm—
having eaten pins before—
but that's what keeps one
quiet, that's what makes one

stay. Empty is just the first
temporal name
after something smaller sat there is gone.

Then that space
regains its height and wild.

Let let lovers be
light thoughts, just touch
remembered in some not unkind way.

It was all fine.
It was all right.

And now what's next is

wait become place—and not a cowardly one—
like in some great house made of purest plank,
place to pause, place to be welcomed.

Olena Kalytiak Davis


Spring 2012

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