“We’re unprepared
for our little disappointments.
Normally I might not pay attention
to sunlight pouring into the courtyard
but this afternoon, I do —
probably because it’s already nearly gone.
None of us mentions the night,
but I, for one, would like to
be expecting it, when
it comes.”— Nathan McClain, from “Power Outage Elegy” in Waxwing (Issue VIII, 2016)
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