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By September 17, 2013No Comments

by Maddison Colvin

You rest in my mind there
at the base of stairs
the dark corners of rooms
in dreams

I see you then in verses
Neruda’s gentleness
the fingertips Ondaatje lifts
the open air of Eliot
you wait in blank end-pages
wordless
unfolding