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   Volume IX, Issue I

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Poetry


Emily as Dirt and Sing
Darren Demaree

 

If it was about dry bones, buried
& never rising, I would not have
wrapped myself with such a lily

& my unmourning shadows,
my declarations of spirit in song,
would be able defend themselves

against any passing of time.
Look through the grainy lift
of my hands, that light is Emily.

 

 

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