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Labor

-For Graham

if work was

dreams be told

all promised fair and leisure

family

it would urge in earnesty

“what the trees try to tell us we are”

—a shrouded hood, among a few,

scared and safe, laid bare

to the sky—they’d tell us to go

the together-way

After “Some Trees” by John Ashbery

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