NY Times poem July 7, 2017

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Too Far North

Aaron Coleman

 

in the copse: the sanctuary’s fretwork breaks, burns,
abandoned, up through the ends of stars. I name each
forest Today and Why and Year and Gone. Blamed
because I trust the wolf, the owl, the cliff, the lip of rock

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