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Poem: Dwelling Place

A poem by Emily Warn.
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July 29, 2015

Summer beetles augured blue ponds in every leaf

of the cherry tree.

Cooler that way. The load lighter.

Open wells for the sun to fall through.

                    Pennywhistles for wind. 

                                Burn marks from God’s magnifying glass.

Is that what seeking is?

Asking to be prospected.

Prospecting


Emily Warn’s latest book is “Shadow Architect,” a meditation on the 22 letters of the Alef Bet. She most recently served as founding editor of poetryfoundation.org and now teaches and lives in Seattle.

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