Chad Sweeney

NORTH

Every so often night is
Essential night true
Zero

Swings in
Against the windows touches
Shapes

On the sills doesn’t
Shudder
At our feeble lamps or the long

Rake of the wind
A word
Thrown into that

Frame
Travels miles turning end
Over end now is

That kind of night when
Our first daughter
Shines we

Name her Dakota

STILL LIFE WITH PEACHES

Light was windowing the kitchen
In white, a rectangle show,
Dapply the swaywire to rose.

Here was a Tuesday dog,
A furday, splendid, come
Tuning the fency us.

I kept all of my hands
In some of my pockets.
The air, its mechanicals

In the tiny, the peaches
Fallen out, and to touch.

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