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The crumpled steel

guarded movement

its offering, dead

bells on felt


walk your

body around its

outline, in some

distress and rust

you got it right


see through-

enter off

the sides

no edge left

unturned, blurred

in point of fact

a soft glow beckons

before we are barred

from the lights

the way we like


any number of ways

to squeeze a brushed

defenseless box

meaning mind pouring

holes down through

the top reinforcing

its phantom

dust coated tongues

of grey green plants

open prairie


I would like it better

strolling each side alone

iron grips

the long and dark

long and bright


from Poetry Northwest 13.1 Summer & Fall 2018More by Cedar Sigo from the library

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Used with the permission of the author
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