Consider, you who peruse me, whether I might
in unknown ways be looking upon you.
—Walt Whitman
I too live in ample hills
that's what we have
tumult then roadway then water
Watch me in my tennis sneakers
making caves of my hands
see: your wrists, you first
see: from here to New Jersey
Roebling fury, a deluxe way to see
one route excising another
deciding to reach, see to shine
see: most of what I know is dormant
but so what—it's a carousel
it's ample enough
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Issue 63
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Editor's Note
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POETRY
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FICTION
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ESSAY