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Holding
JS (1968 / Richmond, Virginia)

Holding

This must be how the runner felt:
If I can just hold it together,
tomorrow I’ll be in Thebes.

It is a flat evening sky, lacking
in illumination but still bright.
Sliding behind the rail and assorted
wires, terra cotta tiles, trees and spires,

a long, low bank of clouds slowly glides
eastward. If I can just hold it together,

this storm will pass.

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Comments (1)

The imagery of fate & nuance. Rare stuff. Love the opening allusion.