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So Come


ISSUE:  Spring 2013

The title is from James Schuyler.

These arms, after all,
are open for no one
else. Posture of air
if you stay where you are,
over there, farther
than far. Dim and low,
the strains filtering air
from where neither
of us can see or know.
If you must collapse,
fall into me upon
finding me, then do.

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