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There are things to be said. No doubt.

And in one way or another

they will be said. But to whom tell

the silences? With whom share them

now? For a moment the sky is

empty and then there was a bird.

—Cid Corman,

from “There Are Things to Be Said”

Here where the poem becomes

ladders again,

the little girl returned with candy

& a nearly on her lips

—Joshua Marie Wilkinson,

Lug Your Careless Body Out of the Careful Dusk