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“The Orient Mine”

Poetry Issue Nine by Barry Silesky

Smoked oysters, red wine, and Darla’s brown skin open to air in the middle of changing her shirt. I’m drinking whiskey, playing old songs— the one about the girl we want, the one who left. The woman outside watching the fire she built might not be as pretty, but her white dress and black hair dance in these mountains. The railroad strike is over, the harvest is coming north. All the candidates have a plan; they’re waving hands, taking shots at each other. We won’t make any more no matter …

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