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Ohio #47
By Darren C. Demaree


Already, I’m forgetting
those sounds that could be
singing. I extend my shadow

to the hulls of our ribs,
searching for the life
& light of wise wounds

that when patched poorly
become the great art, so
small in thunder-colored

lilies. Sad men begin
to vanish with the hours,
they are trampled by them.

 

 

 

Darren C. Demaree is living in Ohio with his wife, Emily, who is due to deliver their first child in September.  Darren is currently finishing his Masters at Miami University, as well as editing a new manuscript that contains 194 poems about sonograms entitled, Black & White Picture(s).

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