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CEDARS by John Swain

10/23/2010

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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.

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