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Hands Washing Water by Chris Abani

Even in the falling
a train breaks for the light.
The tunnel, the darkness – never

sweeter. This body is not
real. Yet living.
This living body.

There is a child. The blessed
coolness of water.
And hands

by Chris Abani

This is the title poem from his new book published by Copper Canyon Press.


Filed under: Books, Current Events, Poetry

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