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Simon-PerchikSimon Perchik is an attorney whose poems have appeared in Partisan Review, The Nation, Poetry, Osiris, The New Yorker and elsewhere. His most recent collection is Almost Rain, published by River Otter Press (2013).


You collect grass the way each star
Eats from your hand, trusts you
To become a nest for the afternoons
Not yet at home in the air, named for nights
That circle down, want to be night again
Take root in your chest as the ripples
From the long stone fallen into the water
Teaching it to darken, to stay
Then smell from dirt then shadows
—side by side you dead pull the ground closer
—with both arms need these whispers warm
already the place to ask about you.

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