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larch, o man I made

Poetry y madrone

I must unlatch this cold
constellation of two fish

as for me these kinds of dreams
for his way to moose I am armed

I must unlatch this cold
constellation of two fish

as for me these kinds of dreams
for his way to moose I am armed

with my whistle but this is only a backstory
three more cities will loom

for these chapters and unspent ones
this is how hope is

always spoken beforehand
I am warned and I am ready

that neptune has been
to all our houses these nameable places

a pirate can say so o larch
a decade can be talked over or forgotten

but irregular saturn came once and went
will be back twice more, I am sure

this isn’t a final statement but the scope
of becoming a man some day

y madrone currently lives and works in Chicago, IL via Olympia, WA via Detroit, MI via Baku, Ahzerbaijan. Other work can be found or is forthcoming in The National Poetry Review, RHINO, American Letters & Commentary, Columbia Poetry Review, Cloudbank & So to Speak.

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