Connecticut, After Dark

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Ann M. Thompson

Connecticut, After Dark

 

      We made some pair, didn’t we, Granny?—
      you the clapper in a bell of coat and dress;

      me puffy in schoolboy sweaters, coming awake
      to the hissing of air brakes. I might wake to barns,

      tobacco barns. On the Ohio River, the hills would . . .
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      Able Muse Write Prize for Poetry, 2018 ▪ Shortlist

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