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George Ayres

Terminal Moraine

The adjunct professor is crying almost silently on my arm
then into the mesh of my armpit
the sun feels closer to my face than ever
we are in New York
a city to which I have never been before
I am so happy
and the adjunct professor will soon be happy too
I am going to pass on some news to them
that will bring bewildered joy
I have been waiting for this moment my whole life.

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issue six

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