by Philip Kobylarz

Summer, a suitable garden. With/without reasons, leaving. In the bulb of her hand, a match
                                                               stick. Beyond the circling
hills, a road back to nowhere. With the requisite signs. Six % downgrade, dangerous curves.
                                                               We rest to intake stars,
stop. Parcels belying their addresses, the dance a tassel. Many routes to a fog pond, which
                                                               the map says is not there.

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Philip Kobylarz is a teacher and writer of fiction, poetry, book reviews, and essays. He has worked as a journalist and film critic for newspapers in Memphis, TN. His work appears in such publications as Paris Review, Poetry, and The Best American Poetry series. The author of a book of poems concerning life in the south of France, he has a collection of short fiction and a book-length essay forthcoming.

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by Philip Kobylarz

What is certain are possibilities. The potted weed might bloom. Cloud play might develop
                                   a sunset erratic, colored
 with the dust of the living. Days are to be clung to, lined up, planned as boxes in which
                                   they are encased. Calendar
 squares to be x-ed out because the nights are many and certain. Heart concealed in a hope
                                   chest. Doilies remain
 as fallen cobwebs on a bureau full of old, fading, photographs, narrations for the future.

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Philip Kobylarz is a teacher and writer of fiction, poetry, book reviews, and essays. He has worked as a journalist and film critic for newspapers in Memphis, TN. His work appears in such publications as Paris Review, Poetry, and The Best American Poetry series. The author of a book of poems concerning life in the south of France, he has a collection of short fiction and a book-length essay forthcoming.

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