Poetry: “Here Will Burn for Us,” Alicia Hoffman

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Ashes in the tinder
of morning. Red breast
of robin on the lawn.

Sometimes, gravity
is the slow knock
of heavy bones

greeting another
sunrise. Sometimes,
heaviness is all we own.

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Alicia Hoffman, Rust + Moth

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