by Susannah Lodge-Rigal

Sky repeats Rotsweet pear undoes Here I thought
I could keep            if I tried Often I’ve thought

of an outside          : hill & the house
belonging The architect who thought:

we’ve lost the hill the hill we’ve lost it
I pretend every gone           finds position I’ve thought

another way I should attend to you but today
I am             while flinch-ticking at the thoughts 

In me is            as fruit left long Outside
gestures in light—companionable as thought

is to hurting What does it mean to promise
            to each other To keep &            To hold thought

until           I promise the sounds a throat can
Soon unbother thoughts & still Soon ungather          to sky sky sky

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