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photo by Ann Marie Maguire
Sundown
by Gary Rainford
Snow and sleet
dumped from the sky
at intervals.
By sundown drifts
of dense accumulation
rippled and rolled
out
across the field
where deer find refuge
by a congregation
of gnarled
and heirloom apple
trees.
When you looked,
the light was so thin
you could spin it
around your fingers
and be in a million different
places at once or be
a million different
people. Or be yourself.
Here.
(published in
Blast Furnace
Volume 4, Issue 1, 2014)
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