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Sean Enright

Winter 1996

Bat

By Sean Enright

1. The cooling air grows more dense where my eyes meet the treetops, but I know that this is time, not color, directing me along the curving sky toward another […]

Winter 1996

This Dusk

By Sean Enright

A serious face pocked with square pores, The forked sideburns, cheeks candied with rouge: My neighbor runs from her car to unlock the door. Dusk after rush hour making headway, […]

Winter 1996

So Wise

By Sean Enright

for Andy Last night I opened up Rilke And found a photograph of you. After considering the picture— A close-up of your face, eyes shut, Hands almost grazing your temples, […]