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Contemporary Poets

ISSUE:  Spring 2016

Has there ever been a group of agnostics so intent
upon meaning
in every car door shutting
in the cold, each turn
of a leaf as it descends.
Do they believe
more than us, dozing off
in the back of the synagogue? 


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