Cedars perfume the night air after we snapped branches and pledged our dress to fire. We exchanged ourselves in smoke and learned to be quiet like wood havens its mourning. I shiver somehow in your ghost as warmth approaches darkness. John Swain lives in Louisville, Kentucky. His fourth chapbook, Burnt Palmistry, is forthcoming from Full of Crow. Add Comment | Poetry
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