Blue autumn
when the big wind comes
             like a soprano
in the hour between dog and wolf
and a hundred million years of nectar dances:
             bright dead things.
After west
we almost disappear.

There’s a ghost in this machine of air
listening long and late
             happy in an ordinary thing
                          given sugar, given salt.
Queen of a rainy country,
say this prayer into the past.

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Title Envy Cento, a poem by Catherine Abbey Hodges

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