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At the Cemetery In the greeny dell below me a man gestures talks loudly I’m telling you headstones glow in the sun a whole congregation at his feet in a semi-circle of marble some lean half-sunk one labors under a tree root ivies tongue the stone lozenges grey weathered roses ground down sharp made grainy by rain the last of summer’s bees reap late purple flowers clouds bat the sun how alive his dead are gathered around him listening

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Profile for Mojave River Media

Mojave River Review spring/summer 2019  

The Mojave River Review spring/summer 2019 issue spotlights superb poetry and prose by brilliant contributors from around the globe. Enjoy 2...

Mojave River Review spring/summer 2019  

The Mojave River Review spring/summer 2019 issue spotlights superb poetry and prose by brilliant contributors from around the globe. Enjoy 2...

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