bookmark: shelf life
who knew even the least
of these would be, in the humidor
of the poetry
of Seamus Heaney, his piece
about the haw
lantern and the one wandering
diogenes wanting, of wont
one honest or just (held up
to the light from
the dark) woman or man
in the carapace of its own
singular vault.
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