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April 14, 2023_Matthew Wenger

2 Poems



Hold on

disease and disaster are in the orchestra

the planet shivers in its skin

its shroud

and civilizations are gone

I also burnt the toast

Hold me



The cat's shadow will mark a place

Forever sad in time and space

The April in me, again

with its thunder, brazen

will follow your dress

to its origins

in the orchard

in the fog

—Here, that poet's hotel, she said.

—I found his sock beneath the bed.

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