The 2River View | 27.3 (Spring 2023) |
Let This Be Another Lesson So after the random breeding the piling into the sky our remainder gathered drained of life the seasons changed as if time has and this was the one We fell asleep The Ancestors Toothless, eyeless, like so many vampires who if they had any use for blood but they know This is the bond the fragile purposeless living whose persistence who come every night |
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Stan Sanvel Rubin’s poems have been in Agni, Georgia Review, and Poetry Northwest. Four full-length collections include There. Here. (Lost Horse Press) and Hidden Sequel (Barrow Street Poetry Book Prize). He lives on the north Olympic Peninsula of Washington.
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