Retablos

Sara Lupita Olivares

              in conjunction with memory, memory yielded.

a mule deer unseeable traced across the desert between there and night,

              gone, breached from another. to get from point to point

nothing left arrives, itself separate from any knowing and only later to understand rather than

              to describe. it seemed disjointed — the bell silent from its pattern and I too

accumulated oddly poised. then tell me, when asked was saying itself a privilege.

              a blue-grey distance multiplied, and the whole river turned dim to lit.

 

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