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Until We Died

Posted by Wes Houp on March 24, 2021 0 Comments

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By Wesley Houp

Everything that is happening
now was happening before.

Fall Creek fell
through its channel.

The black calf grazed
on glade savory
along the fissures.

The false aloe,
its raceme advancing
skyward with crazy junk.

Each nascent blossom
was true only
to itself.

We went up and down a day
as if a moment could
hold back every future
until we died.

Wes Houp

Wes Houp is a native of High Bridge, Kentucky. He currently lives in Murfreesboro, Tennessee, where he is a maintenance technician at Cedars of Lebanon State Park. You can stream his first album, "Person Place or String," on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/4LECfp0FNh4M97cu1Vesww

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