to the shovel’s rhythm to the dirt’s falling the pine coffin innocence was ours was everything yet only words like stones as a man in the ground whom you love is truth
SIXFOLD POETRY WINTER 2013
Gary Sokolow
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Sixfold Poetry Winter 2013
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