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Yellow Goblins


Yellow goblins
and a god I can swallow:

Eyes in the evergreens
under ice.

Interior monologue
and some voice.

Weary fears, the
usual trials and

a place to surmise
blessedness.


Fanny Howe

Poetry

July / August 2013


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