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As if to render a center
                                      peripheral,
                we sonared it out of in
                                           -somnia

& branches kvetching
                    the roof: a midnight
                             train at 1 in the
                     morning, hectoring

west to catch its future up;
                                   & later, thru
          the crêpe de Chine & EKG
            of a fastgelling rain—its

fracas an intercom
              on the fritz—le lever de
                     soleil was a radiator
                         coil inside a cloud

& trees crashing under the
                                               white
                                                  wet
                                             weight


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Nice one there, Andrew. Using words that made the poem converge somewhat like a spire. Much economy of words, and I think that 's what poetry should maintain.
— posted 12/30/2012 at 02:56 by Nebeolisa Okwudili
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Andrew Zawacki co-editor of Verse, is author of Anabranch, By Reason of Breakings, and Petals of Zero Petals of One.

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