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ISSUE:  Winter 2014

I once believed in heavenly clarity—
do you know how good it feels to sing
of certainty, the wild apricot
of the heart orange, large, full of reach
at day’s unlatch?
Inside the mouth, certainty
is a fruit breaking apart.
That is how good it feels:
We would have despised anyone
to keep our song.


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