Parading

& so I / was wrong. Nothing dies. It comes back as the old farmer,

between the rough map of the stars, the fruit held in
the plant beside the cabin, the moon arcing at night
the plant beside the cabin, the moon arcing at night
between the rough map of the stars, the fruit held in
between the rough map of the stars, the fruit held in
the mouth, & yes, & yes, & yes. It comes back as light. —Devin Kelly
the mouth, & yes, & yes, & yes. It comes back as light.
—Devin Kelly

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