by Paul Hostovsky
There used to be
a live chicken
in this poem,
there was a glacier
and a sailboat,
the Pacific Ocean
sloshing between stanzas,
and me like Adam
saying, Here am I,
to God who was also
near.
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There is an amazing amount of presence in this poem about absence. That’s God for you!
The art of creation is subtraction. Haha