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Monica McClure

We long for what 

we had not 

A serene progression of thoughts

Intimacy with streams and clouds 

At home inside a cloak of wool

Once we did not graze on each other

Spiritually against everything 

Time was something you were born with, or not

In the middle of flowering, we found a deep freeze

Our staff was like the old hands of corn

And we moved inside a system that suffered but never died

The undeniable reality of land 

Makes me chew through life 

Living makes me spit it out 


Monica McClure is the author of Tender Data (Birds, LLC, 2015), Concomitance(Counterpath Press, 2016), Boss Parts 1& 2 (If A Leaf Falls Press, 2016), Mala (Poor Claudia, 2014), and Mood Swing (Snacks Press 2013).

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