Jason Sears

New Hope Amish School

I think you should go see it, Levi.

Eden might be a perpetual August.

 

My boots echo along the pavement

road. The schoolhouse door is heavy,

 

steel-reinforced. The children have left

for home. From the window, the boys

 

bail hay together. I feel the propane

heat. I picture Anna driving a five-horse

 

hitch, gripping the leather reins, black

earth pouring over itself in harvest

 

baptism. I renounce the devil, Lord.

The world. My own flesh and blood.

 

 

 

 

 

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ISSUE 94
Neptune

 

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