Sept/Oct 2021 • Vol. XLIII No. 5 PoetrySeptember 9, 2021 |

Uncorrected Vision

As in the floating interim before the last sweet wash of anesthesia . . . as in childhood when it’s not your fault . . . as when the one whose thoughts you might but will not be obliged to hear is simplified to silhouette bright window behind him unstable margin at the darkness you take to be his throat suggesting speech or struggle you cannot tell which and (here’s the blessing) needn’t • • Lumberyard on one side, gas pumps on the other, three houses in between. And ours the one with the thicket of broken-down mowers out back. A train spur for the lumberyard a highway instead of a street. The rattle of couplings and thud of the tires when the long-hauls cross the sunken tracks. My mother’s tulips trying to make it decent. Note • • how punctuation slips back in. To indicate control. • • And yet this link of well-being to blinded-by-sunlight solitude- with-people-near. It would have been a birthday or the Fourt

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Linda Gregerson’s most recent book, Prodigal: New and Selected Poems, was published by Houghton Mifflin Harcourt in 2015. She is the Caroline Walker Bynum Distinguished University Professor of English at the University of Michigan.

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