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What if we can’t wake to birdsong and what if

of the weather

we are afraid?

Afraid you will leave me, afraid

I will fail.

Our daughter thinks

until I explain

she only came from me.

The sky rains and rain

all the more becomes the sea.

Each time the body

reproduces itself,

then outgrows itself.

My, my. We have been in the wind a long time. Consensus


Gabriella Klein, from Land Sparing (Nightboat Books 2015)