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That an express train may narrowly miss

  a crocus

  a burned-out bus

  a blue mattress


Or: a grimy pair of swans


That the line between true and false

  is approximately

  two-to-six inches


And, that no one is ever completely innocent

      or wholly guilty

And, that to be present is to be indictable:

      I do not remember having 

     that conversation


Also, that things may decline on their own:

     onions, sleep, sunlight


The same way a pitcher may be said to possess

  a mute witness

  in the form of a lemon, its peel

  curling across the linen


Therefore


There are always two in a room somewhere

  about to pick up their instruments—

  violin or flute or oboe

Always, near a window, a letter

  about to be read

  with disappointing news





Gary Duehr, based in Boston, has taught creative writing for local universities. His MFA is from the University of Iowa Writers Workshop. He has received an NEA Fellowship, and he has also received grants from the Massachusetts Cultural Council, the LEF Foundation, and the Rockefeller Foundation. Journals in which his writing has appeared include Agni, American Literary Review, Chiron Review, Cottonwood, Hawaii Review, Hotel Amerika, Iowa Review, and North American Review. His books include Point Blank (In Case of Emergency Press), Winter Light (Four Way Books) and Where Everyone Is Going To (St. Andrews College Press).

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