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Alchemy Practicum and Goat Visit

December 18, 2017December 18, 2017 AK KrajewskaPoetry
Goat, you were the only one among
the three goats who pressed his head
against the fence when Rachel and I
came to you after picking crab apples
and black walnuts. I returned
to the paradise of childhood labors...
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Residual Heat at the Decommissioned Synchrotron

December 12, 2017 AK KrajewskaPoetry
We step over fading caution tape, a Geiger counter in your hand
   ticking the steady tick of background radiation.

Up and down the textured metal stairs...
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Fire Danger: High

December 5, 2017December 5, 2017 AK KrajewskaPoetry

But you burn, and I know it.
   Adrienne Rich, “Orion”

As we wind up the Berkley hills, brown foam
peels off the dash of his hot Dodge Dart.
I crank down the windows for a sun-singed draft…

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How the War Started

December 1, 2017December 1, 2017 AK KrajewskaPoetry

When Xerxes wrote again: “Deliver up your arms,” Leonidas wrote back: “Come and take them.”

Black eye. The left one. Stubble. Leather jacket and underneath
a black t-shirt with “Fuck You” printed in white. Buckled boots.

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The Longfellow Bridge

November 29, 2017December 1, 2017 AK KrajewskaPoetry
Detail of sculpture on the Longfellow Bridge
The T runs down the heart
of the bridge.

The cars shake in the dim light
left by the dregs of the day...
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Airplanes Over the Bog

November 22, 2017November 22, 2017 AK KrajewskaPoetry
Bagno. The name means bog.
The village may have been a bog
before the drainage ditches
gridded it into kolkhoz...
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Like Two Dogs Dancing

November 20, 2017 AK KrajewskaPoetry
He turns into the comforter of rain,
no umbrella or hat, just the quilted
sidewalk. The spume from wheels passing...

[Content warning: animal death]

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The Wandering Daughter Returns to Her Neglected Patrimony

November 16, 2017 AK KrajewskaPoetry
From the half-finished bunker of the concrete basement
That was to be the foundation of our now-abandoned
Familial abode that I will neither finish nor furnish...
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Grudzień

November 15, 2017 AK KrajewskaPoetry
The tall, even pines
   with sand at their feet
      brood black between their trunks...
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In the Park with Grandmother, Olsztyn, Poland 1981

November 14, 2017November 17, 2017 AK KrajewskaPoetry
The hard blue sky behind her
   run through with a single white thread
      of a contrail...
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