In the library let thinking

I sat in the library let thinking
work past me and gained no more
language than the café or what is
in there is said in there I can’t see
but know it for his voice “what’s what,
crab apple,” “you don’t see
those much anymore, thank you, comma
new line, Mark.” Sounds make a wild
place my Dove Springs to William Canyon
move elastic on the ground something elastic.
Try as one might lines can’t rid of nature

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Leah Kiureghian was born in Germany and raised in Arizona. She holds an MFA in poetry from Brooklyn College. Her most recent work has appeared in or is forthcoming from SAND, American Chordata, RHINO, and The Portland Review.