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Dust

We funnel it between the stones.
What stones become is what

holds them together. A crushing
summer: white hydrangeas, in

dry winds, nod. In Adirondacks
we can’t fix, in a twilight beyond

repair, we recline, and an orange
tanager—what you asked

someone to come back
as—lights, and vanishes.

Credit


Copyright © 2019 Andrea Cohen. This poem originally appeared in Kenyon Review, May/June 2019. Reprinted with permission of the author.

Author


Andrea Cohen

Andrea Cohen is the author of several poetry collections, including Unfathoming (Four Way Books, 2017).

Date Published: 2019-05-01

Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/dust-0