the tale the shepherds tell the sheep
that some will rise
above shorn clouds of fleece
and some will feel their bodies break
but most will pass through this
into sweet clover
where all all will be sheltered safe
until the holy shearing
don’t think about the days to come
sweet meat
think of my arms
trust me
Chris Faatz, bookseller at Powell’s City of Books, reveals his favorite poetry books from the past year and a half, including this one by the late Lucille Clifton.

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