J This afternoon 1 leave he e77ie On@ Jime Jnere e€s
l in New York. I am ready.
, Her new conybrter is on her bed. Poems by Jeff Worley
  He texts are bought and Steed Assistant tiittttst of Communica-
llnl ll nllnlnnu On nn Shen tions and Advancement, and associ-
i At the hotel we close our bags, V . I  me editor Of Odyssey-
l find the key, doublecheck herschedule. .   , {    
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·’ Because my body lwllvws and my trends gi;}     ~` - if an interest sparked "through a course at
I been lffl“"‘l= I km ln€_nl°nl‘ i V = V Wichita State and a good teacher who
5 I say I ll look under the beds.     M6 ignited my interest in pocuyess
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l Alonn I `nnk mln lng bgd {     t `’.. _ He is reading — a mystery by Gaylord
t The room blackens around me.  _.       § Dold {med Rude Boys. ttl usually have
g MN @’€s`Iall _   l .     about tive books going at the same time,
g lnlo lllln Own lnlxnllnlsn ~ ‘ . i and duall Hnish most of them, if
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it em ll l l ‘ ling agn ·§ they continue to capture my interest."
i someone is leaving me alone. » . E
| It is dark. A door closes.
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l` A Garden in Kentucky
Lucy meets me in the doorway, Louisiana State University Press My mother sllwk the egg Ofslww
come to see whats wrong. Baton Rouge, LA 70893 and handed lt l0 myfalhen
The tears we cry are eta. snnng "’”ssllggl‘l nlm
We are not two bodies. the Colorado ems
He looked at the flurry she ’d made
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Shi Num HW Shapg   us into another Christmas.
in i/ig mimiigw mirror A Bob. she cried, because the egg
·moves toward its own door. _ ,   ...‘  ,3,; .  was glasg was lwclow _
. ; ._ s   t l  _ `_ i  g because her mother had sent it
G7};/6   Special Delivery. It rose
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V l  i s    i is i wl   _; ur WH   TOOTH.
` I took in the mirror and see my fathers face. `_ N   _ 4 t I  g    ”;  ljillint ratdglgllinld shaking
A thousand times bqore I be looked and seen _   i `°# t   N  ;._ , ‘  _ my lmismis Suddmb] stopped
my own. But nnifatherdoes live in the wilderness i    gig _ _  I   _ imagiiiiiig wmyihing
of my heart, in a hidden cottage, s ___  `  ig [_ _ fi} L _ Fd wer wanted
where the door sometimes opens into the vines   »\~— ;f_.   s . .   ii ~/ C under me Daisy and Plum papa
and he sllibs Out te assess the skJ’» —  _ fl   "' .     J; And as the glass {1al'erweight roses
i to look for rain. Rarehi, my mother appears g  ii   `‘`` A  i U   {   t2 each colliding grain Offake mow
ii on the threshold, holding a plate or an apple. I   t   I ``'{ if “/ 5 Seeiiwd to wam to keep ming
The the tretmr rwvnettreuete fleders We 1 as » g tzttsttgt the ating;
~ sacred and eternal to the eyes of a child: { imo liu, deep Vwdiim Sky
l llgnllng lng Mme f I and on out ofthe world, the world
plnlnng the wnlll Jef Wm ell that held it and us in its close
l stirring the tml The Only Time There Is bright wrapping Then the snow
<>/were the window Mi°‘·LsS‘ P“"Ss the titty plastic steeples, l
1 follllng the Clmh 4324 ` 12th Avenue South the vertiginous people walking
  smoothing the bed Minneapolis, MN 55407-3218 in their me Spot/hmmm
l llmwlng Odlnl slml and the tiny eternalhl mute
  barking dog j%ll into the palm
t of my fathers other hand
i like a clock shook loose
from the future, the snow ticking
sMingpredictab@> down.
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