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Night Sky With Tree

ISSUE:  Winter 1986

She cuts away the moon, lifts out
the stars. Holding the knife precisely

in her fist, she carves away
the branches of the sassafras,

hollowing the fragrant, mittened
leaves. She inks the block and prints:

an empty sky, patterned
by curving absences, the lovely

insubstantial syllables
of moon and stars and sassafras.


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