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River of Rest & Dust

Carolyn Guinzio

This is a translation, uncrossable.
We came to an uncrossable translation.
An untranslatable crossing.
The broken spell spelled broken

Spirit. Clasp. Earth.
Sometimes this works: kill something
and lay the body across the body,
if it is rushing and deep. Over and over

again, the day would have been the same,
moving through it together: Broken,
fast, looking across the table,
the wind knocking open the gate, a cat

staring into the grass,
except for the small changes in what under the clouds.
Here is how you tell a border from a vein:
from far away. Farther. Farther and farther away.

Carolyn Guinzio

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