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  • Writer's pictureNels Hanson


Lift the sash, let your pale

leaves taste the late summer

air. Welcome the balmy

wind, all pollen and dust

settling on sad arms of

empty furniture. Hear more

clearly the dove’s lament,

beauty and sorrow, a home

remembered from last

night’s dream as the owl

drew close, the blue jay’s

taunt setting sparrow eggs

trembling in their hidden

nests. Now, go ahead, raise

a stuck window, breathe in

the breath of August that kills

us and lets us live in this life.


Nels Hanson has worked as a farmer, teacher and editor. His fiction received the James D. Phelan award from the San Francisco Foundation, and his poetry the Prospero Prize from Sharkpack Review.


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