By Haley Thompson

Things take us, a hard time back

it seems.

Pureness: your outline, reading under a tree limb

Your wedding was so satisfying

Satisfactory

The strawberry salad,

you bit your lip.

It comes in waves of light: make everything dancing

Wear yourself not to be placed in time

To be always as I thought you

Saw you

Under the scarf light, leaning a door frame

measuring the height of our paintings

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Haley Thompson is a recent graduate of the Iowa Writers’ Workshop. She was born and raised

in Iowa and currently lives in Iowa City. On weekends she is a writing teacher for the Iowa Youth Writing

Project, a non-profit program that helps local kids of all ages to become more involved in their writing.

During the week she is a manager of a large consignment store outside of Iowa City. This is Haley’s first

publication.

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Friday, July 1st, 2011 7:55 am
Categories: Issue 5.1, Poetry