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October

Jane Huffman | Poetry

It is an easy leap between words. 
On my dog walk, drying  
hydrangeas on every other stoop.  

Drying hydrangeas where there  
were only hydrangeas yesterday.  
When I use these words  

aloud, they become dying, derangement.  
Dying, derangement. An easy leap  
over the stone wall between  

a word and the sound it makes. 
Dying hydrangeas on every other 
stoop. Death and arrangement.  

It is an easy leap between worlds. 
Dog walk. Open loop.