Shara Lessley Poems

Past darkness he pitches bits of plaster.
Bats wobble and dart. My eyes are small
and dull, he writes an artist friend, of
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Four kilometers from Umm Qais above Galilee's steely sea
we make our retreat along an unpaved route, passing a family
sprawled beneath a terebinth. A boy scampers up the tree;
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I know the secret hemispheres of
snow, the turns you take on the road
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Already, winter makes a corpse of things.
Snow reshapes what ice has taken. You've lost
interest in letters. So let sunrise come.
Let smoke grow darker by the light of day—
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