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How Could We Have Known

that loneliness is like 
the whole of the moon 
rising in a sky so lucent, 
the clouds cast shadows 

The Perseids

Nerved sparks, the Perseids 
tonight, wincing out over Loafer 

Father, you taught me to name
these — each streak of fire

They Did Go Forth

Tildy Elizabeth sat by the cradle, Book of Mormon open on her knee. One hand rocked absently while the other traced in painful concentration the small print, dim in the yellow lamplight. Some time ago…