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Dead reckoning

Late in the day and the sky is still white.
When I look across the river I see another city.
Even the sun is still so white.
Yesterday I went walking with my hands in front of me and my lungs
inside me I know
I did. See, nothing has changed between us
and the selves that arrived here.
Sometimes the moon still appears, after a struggle.
Other times it is obscured, is absent.
The moon, beyond which are stars.
People following them from another latitude.
Yesterday
I went walking and in front of me
were hands.

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Adam Tessier lives in Cambridge, where he manages a coffee shop. He has an MFA from the Bennington Writing Seminars. his poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Memorious, Linebreak, Remedy Quarterly, Anti-, and elsewhere.

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Genevieve Burger-Weiser’s poems have appeared in or are forthcoming from Boston Review, Western Humanities Review, Washington Square Review, and Juked Magazine. She was a finalist for the Poetry Foundation’s 2009 Ruth Lilly Fellowship and shortlisted for the 2009 Times Literary Supplement poetry prize. She received her MFA in Writing from Columbia University’s School of the Arts and she currently teaches expository writing at Manhattanville College.

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  • Tierany :) May 15, 2011, 7:06 pm

     I really enjoyed your poem. The descriptives that you used really made this scenario of you walking with your hands in front of you and all these other situations happening more of a painting for me. I sort of related it to Vincent Van Gogh’s “A Starry Night.” Which coincidentally is my favorite painting. But great poem all together :)Gogh’s “A Starry Night.” Which coincidentally is my favorite painting. But great poem all together :)

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