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It mists up from the lakes, rivers, and oceans
like Rilke’s “Solitude,” stealing over us softly—
rising from the sea to meet the evening, he said.

As in a dream pearl-gray landscape,
it falls down on us in droplets
but we put up umbrellas
and go inside
holding our bitterness hard and tight
in our little hands.

Molly Lynde

Molly Lynde lives in Kalamazoo, Mich. Her poetry has been published in Heron Tree, Rue Scribe, Stonecrop, and Stone Poetry Quarterly, among other journals. She cofounded and served as editor-in-chief of Transference, a literary journal featuring poetry in translation, from 2012 to 2020.

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