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This poem is taken from PN Review 255, Volume 47 Number 1, September - October 2020.

Genesis and other poems William Logan

In the Beginning was the Worm.

In the Beginning was the Verb.

Spring Among the Fallen

The weather took hold, pollen
skimming the windows
with a handful of saffron.

The neighbor’s ornamental
burst into miniature fireworks,
its once-a-year holiday.

Not all endings were recalled.
The temporary music
was heard in absence, racket

and squall of the dawn chorus,
the chill of late-departed winter
a loss disguised as piety.

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