Nickel, mercury, and chromium particulates wash off roofs—
he drove to Las Vegas in a Cadillac and left as a hitchhiker—
a park ranger smokes weed and riffs to visitors about the Anasazi—
as the sky brightens over this ridge, it darkens over that river—
he drove to Las Vegas in a Cadillac and left as a hitchhiker—
noise of a truck lifting and dumping bins of trash—
as the sky brightens over this ridge, it darkens over that river—
you step near land mines as you go about your day—
noise of a truck lifting and dumping bins of trash—
we plant loulu palms in the garden of this hour—
you step near land mines as you go about your day—
in a lake, an axolotl tries to regenerate its lungs—
we plant loulu palms in the garden of this hour—
a park ranger smokes weed and riffs to visitors about the Anasazi—
in a lake, an axolotl tries to regenerate its lungs—
nickel, mercury, and chromium particulates wash off roofs—
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From The Michigan Quarterly Review. Copyright © 2026 by Arthur Sze.
