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Eric Pankey

But mostly I live here in the capricious present Writing down one thing, then the next. Autumn passes like empty freight cars— Some doors open, some doors closed— Light flickers and flashes through the cracks. The trees are a thousand species of fires. — Eric Pankey, from “Southern Elegy,” Trace: Poems (Milkweed Editions, 2013)

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