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Landis Everson

I try to describe you to the river.  I say you’re a snag–Something the river can understand–catching my heart,That I’m rowing without oars, that this is some trip,Never able to leave you, bracing hard against swirls That confuse me, that the whole ghostly place seems like a trapWithout bait, that nothing arrives anyplace nearWhere you… Continue reading Landis Everson

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