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The ghosts swarm.

They speak as one

person. Each

loves you. Each

has left something

undone.

Did the palo verde

blush yellow

all at once?

Today’s edges

are so sharp

they might cut

anything that moved.

The way a lost

word

will come back

unbidden.

You’re not interested

in it now,

only

in knowing

where it’s been.

– Rae Armantrout

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