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July 7, 2023


as a portal
or the barrel
of a cannon
a tipped-over balustrade


To be dressed


the tree the neighbors,
who became friends,


shared for maybe
twenty years,
on the fence line,
the leaves large
enough to hide
the provisionary fruit


straight into the air,
up and over
or on


the feel of no harm
the erasure of what


is tempting
shot straight


into the air, a heart
outside of Eden.


by Terri McCord

Terri McCord has won awards from journals, the Vermont Studio Center, and the South Carolina Arts Commission. Her work has been included in several anthologies. Her latest collection is The Beauts from Finishing Line Press. She has taught design and art, as well as composition.

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