Athenaeum
Poem
by John W. Evans • Art by Jill Burhans
1.
Map of Providence. Valedictions—
Where washed-out slats stand tall
the slope of a valley
river that moves nothing—
2.
Here’s to another night we fall in love—
Watermark of dark sky—
The branch
turns from the moon to steady
itself against the wall—
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