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Poem: Autumn Wash 

If I’m to be caught in a wave of terror
My whole sky life, wiped out
Blown to a tiny dirt speck end
Vaporized into my next life
Without the long good bye
The eye to eye pull kiss ending

Then catch me hanging sheets out in the sun

Out in the yard with the worms in the dark
Beneath the green beneath my feet
With the sounds of this small city murmuring around me
The smell of clean of apple of breathing earth
The memory of love sighing sobbing

Airing out the rhythm of rising and falling
Of giving in and letting go
And rising again
Finding just one edge to secure

Wood on cloth on cord
Forming a waving wall a flag a sail
Catch me hanging sheets out in the sun
Exposed unveiled and holy
  • A poem by Amy K. Benedict.


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