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Two Poems by Sally Bliumis-Dunn
Anagramming Silent, the word lifting off, only its letters in the white air of the page, swirl, rearrange, then brighten as though at dawn, a flock of robins, struggling to gather in the wind; anagram’s answer lands on the lawn, brown heads lowered into thin green blades. For burrowing worms, they listen. Accident 1. Particularities of self fall away from her like rain, when he falls, bleeding. He too seems to have lost most everything about him— husband,…
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