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RIDDLE from what we cannot hold the stars are made —W.S. Merwin When I saw the forest it was late afternoon. The sky held the color of something almost forg ...

Poetry Facebook X Pinterest WhatsApp Linkedin RIDDLE from what we cannot hold the stars are made —W.S. Merwin When I saw the forest it was late afternoon. The sky held the color of something almost forgotten. I pulled off the road— found a gravel path sloping toward the trees. It had to be the light that remembered my last Saturday at Y camp: freshly husked corn roasting on the cob and all the nervous cicadas calming down for dark. Because I didn’t know the handle could be hot I burned myself pulling a skillet from the fire and was cursing quietly when a blonde boy I hadn’t met told me to put

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