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Jacqueline PowersComing HomeShe’s drawn to the window, still planted in the garden, Gondola clouds, the sky a swelling gray sea. She raps on the window but the deer She wants to open the window as though she is the intruder–– and sticks her head out, He tells her time moves slowly about wild salmon dying off
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