Poetry
“Vision,” by Tracy K. Smith
Poetry by Tracy K. Smith: “All that had been severed / was married back to itself.”
I watched from the earth,
low in dry grass, trying
not to breathe, blink, or stir.
Gray mist spilt from the lips
of men dressed like Pilgrims, like Custer,
like Mounties. I dont know when
I was… [+1808 chars]
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