canticle

As after ungathers. Each sigh of unspeaking. Each
mouth which like silence will therein be
nakedly therein will only be

nowhere. If nowhere far nearer
that breath of that breath we

become now. That only of nothing now
only now of which.

Dawn speaks.

by Andrew Maxwell


Andrew Maxwell is from Bucks County, Pennsylvania. His poems have previously appeared in digital vestiges, antiphony, Image, Colorado Review, and Lana Turner, among other places.

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