Parading

The darkness, a magician, finds quarters

behind our ears. We don’t know what life is,
behind our ears. We don’t know what life is,
who makes it, the reality is thick
who makes it, the reality is thick
with longing. We put it up to our lips / and drink. —Ilya Kaminsky
with longing. We put it up to our lips / and drink.
—Ilya Kaminsky

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2 responses to “The darkness, a magician, finds quarters”

    • Hi, Mark! Glad you’re still enjoying it! The snow didn’t make it this far south. I heard it snowed a little bit in Odessa.

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