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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

clerestory:

wait become place—and not a cowardly one—

like in some great house made of purest plank,

place to pause, place to be welcomed.