Poem of the day - April 2nd

Unbidden
by Rae Armantrout

The ghosts swarm.
They speak as one person.
Each loves you.
Each has left something undone.
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Did the palo verde blush yellow all at once?
Today's edges are so sharp
they might cut anything that moved.
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The way a lost word
will come back unbidden.
You're not interested in it now,
only in knowing where it's been.