Parading

to make it thru the greyblue night

blew smoke into words and even whiter ghosts
blew smoke into words and even whiter ghosts
that could see what others in this broad dark
that could see what others in this broad dark
could not: she set to make of nothing most, —Olena Kalytiak Davis
could not: she set to make of nothing most,
—Olena Kalytiak Davis

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