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For D.
Groans going all the way up a young tree
half–cracked and caught in the crook of another
pause. All around the hill-ringed, heavened pond
leaves shush themselves like an audience.
A cellular stillness, as of some huge attention
bearing down. May I hold your hand?
A clutch of mayflies banqueting on oblivion
writhes above the water like visible light.
“For D.” from the book Every Riven Thing by Christian Wiman. Copyright © 2010 by Christian Wiman. Used by permission of Farrar, Straus and Giroux, LLC.
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