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The engine over a field of

silence soars. By car we could

get anywhere, and one boy

drove all the way to Idaho

to cut his wrists. A song, like

most things, slips away.

But music is more than

articulation of silence and

sound, it is a concept

organizing relief. We gave up

under the strain, temptation’s

claim. Arterial inflection then

a mass and then a wash and

then three points of reference

and then a train. Down the drive

and into the dropoff’s sheer.

A perplexing tree by the

walkway. Nowhere seemed

better, any longer, than here.

Andy Stallings lives in Deerfield, MA, where he teaches English and coaches distance running at Deerfield Academy. His second collection, Paradise, will be published by Rescue Press in spring 2018.

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