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Emily Dickinson to the Rescue (excerpt)

Heaven is everywhere

but there’s still

the world

The world is Cancer House Fires and Brain Death here in America

But I love the world

Emily Dickinson

to the rescue

I used to think we were bread

gentle work and water

We’re not

But we’re still beautiful

Killing each other as much as we can

beneath the


The pines

that are somebody’s


from FliesFind it in the library

Copyright © 2011 Michael Dickman
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on behalf of Copper Canyon Press.

Published in Michael Dickman Poems

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