Jeremy Paden
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There were words we never said.
I thought it was because we did not need to,
only children point to the ghostly moon
in the blue sky and speak its name.
Can we say love and mean a year of Jubilee—
all that compounded debt in the chambers
of our hearts, cancelled; that land taken,
cattle stolen, returned to the sound of bells
and the laughter of children; the world again
put to rights, because we have taken
our secret hurts to the sea and beat them out
on the rocks and left them to dry in the sun?
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