Dust

Vandal Poem of the Day: August 3, 2021

 by Andrea Cohen

 We funnel it between the stones.
 What stones become is what

 holds them together. A crushing
 summer: white hydrangeas, in

 dry winds, nod. In Adirondacks
 we can’t fix, in a twilight beyond

 repair, we recline, and an orange
 tanager—which you asked

 someone to come back
 as—lights and vanishes.
from EverythingFind more by Andrea Cohen at the library
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