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by Kristen Tracy

And there she is
bringing on evening
while she hangs
on the family
that screams through
her hands.

She has never found
what she began as
in the division
of these days,
but she rides
into her father
who is beginning
again to forgive
the used places
of women.
He centers
himself over
to remain
in the milling handfuls
of those still coming
peacefully wrapped.