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Ohio #46
By Darren C. Demaree


Take comfort in the myriad
of endings gripped around
you, the divine contention

utterly perishing no matter
the apple tree you perch
yourself in. Stay there,

let it flower around you,
or flee on foot, the sand-
stone will understand

your beating feet. I think
of a friend’s voice, one
that left the tree in a fit

of rain: when he came
back he said, “I looked
for tents to avoid the water;

there are no tents.” I don’t
want to agree with him, but
I’m mistaken for a branch,

again & again & again.

 

 

Darren C. Demaree is living in Ohio with his wife, Emily, who is due to deliver their first child in September.  Darren is currently finishing his Masters at Miami University, as well as editing a new manuscript that contains 194 poems about sonograms entitled, Black & White Picture(s).

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