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Evening is best worn off-white By Cady Ennis I trim the chrysanthemums and hush the monster in the lullaby loch, brush the river, the ferns, the howling rush, I am the castle guard in the garden guarding ardent hollows, lost compartments, daffodil boats, I part the arches of the unsung harp, and parting the arches caught the unspoken hope, coddled the hollows, hushed the river, parted hope, and guarded with poise and Merlot. I love you, endure you, douse your brows in lilac, your arms in the shimmer of ardent lullabies in the hush of the night, the bristle of the unbrushed river, and send your heart in chrysanthemum ships to the heart of the loch to part the hollows of the monster’s lullaby lips and lock you away in the center of the loch in the center of the garden I watch, guarding.

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Miscellany Digital Edition, Spring 2014  
Miscellany Digital Edition, Spring 2014  
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