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here and there :: juan felipe herrera

by on June 10, 2015

I sit and meditate—my dog licks her paws
on the red-brown sofa
so many things somehow
it all is reduced to numbers letters figures
without faces or names only jagged lines
across the miles half-shadows
going into shadow-shadow then destruction          the infinite light

here and there          cannot be overcome
it is the first drop of ink

The new Poet Laureate

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