NR Digital


by Jessica Hornik


Working alone in the house,
I look to the solitary sculls
passing on the river
for a sense that I am
among others. The geese—
my dogs—convene in the yard
near the water. A summer
in which much has passed
is now folded and put away.
The quiet is like a pie
behind glass, uncut.

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