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is the author of the poetry collection Scorch (2023) and the chapbook 26 Visions of Light (2020), both published by Gaspereau Press. Her second collection will be published by Gaspereau in 2025.

Natalie Rice

Poem

Nonetheless, I consider the Language of Windfall

I watch the snow come and go—unsure

of the difference between absent

and returning. The body is always

both at once, as is the cottonwood.

In its back—a hollow

snag I hadn’t noticed

until you pointed to it. The physics

of desire requires a falling body.

At my feet, is the peeled skin

of some small, wild dog. Silver twitched

and marbled, my instinct is to look up.

Buddhists would say

that underneath our ordinary lives,

there is a fundamental groundlessness—

what’s more true:

the juncos skirting waxberries

lacelike an inch above the earth, or

my malleable soul hovering

just above my head? Last windstorm,

a cottonwood

shattered the driveway. I saw it

quick and glinting. One owl rose—backwards

and then forwards—nothingness

is windswept and unclutched. In that darkness,

I let myself in.

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