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25 (NaPoWriMo 2020– Suburban Spring)

–after Issa translated by Robert Haas An eroded black hive hangs abandoned in the brown maze of a maple tree, covering this white house like a pall, conjuring a world patterned after images of Hades, and we shudder, trying to not stare during our walk; approaching like road weary travelers on an undefined quest, our … Continue reading