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Naos and the Spirit Picture
His face catches across the black and white photo.
This same house, blurred,
kin crowded around a young elm tree.
The faint gray of a girl
over the spot
where her body is buried.
He knows were he to hold it,
the paper fixed in the frame would be soft.
Should he stand out by the elm tree, he would look up and see stars.
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Naos
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