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Hem, poetry by Michael K. Gause

(for William Gay) Days lit flat and splayed, as if to under­stand a life is to log its con­tents. Take down work. Dis­sect the nights you don’t sleep. Mean­while, life hangs with death in the woods.  Tin cups of wait­ing. Long … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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