Parenthetical for Our Tenth Year
Gary Hawkins
Leaving the whole sky overhead,
a guywire of ridgeline holds
to this low grove where our cabin sits
within white pines, yearly shedding
their parentheses to the forest floor.
Inside, we whisper and cough,
hum the slow curve of bodies.
Our asides become our plot.
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Our asides become our plot,
hum, the slow curve of bodies.
Inside them we whisper and cough
their parentheses to the forest floor.
Within white pines yearly shedding,
in this low grove, our cabin sits.
The guywire of ridgeline holds,
leaving a hole in the sky over our heads.
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