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Scrap Gold

Then all was vineyard, all was grape

Kept a bone in the oven so the heat learned savor

The implosions have been slow and restful ever since

Clothesline is a sentence

Or snowbank

We spoke, as birds unsettled in the trees outside

We spoke, much as birds that unsettle

Yet do not lift, yet seem to move the trees

They built the cathedral with a battered door

Canoe forever on a car

from Poetry Northwest 10.2 Winter & Spring 2016More by Zach Savich from the library

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