Parading

Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere

The past is so far away, but it flickers,

then cleaves the night. The bones
then cleaves the night. The bones
then cleaves the night. The bones
of the past splinter between our teeth.
of the past splinter between our teeth.
This is our life, love. Why did I think
This is our life, love. Why did I think
it would be anything less than too much
it would be anything less than too much
of everything? —Ellen Bass
of everything?
—Ellen Bass

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