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remember: close
to the trail I find
a song wide enough
to cover my
body: we have a fire
going in the stove, she said
and plenty of wood
—keep the purple
days in a scrapbook, open
the sky the stars open
your song wide
enough to
cover your body: re
member

we will all be buried
in a garden, my sister said—& a butterfly
will travel with silence, from
rose to queens of the
night, from cup to
cry to a lake that
takes in red
leaves & day
light
—we all
meet in
our voices
behind the garden, she
wrote in the sky



David Ishaya Osu was born in Nigeria in 1991. His poetry has appeared in Poetry Wales, Transition, Vinyl, Pittsburgh Poetry Review, New Coin Poetry, and The Bombay Review, among others. He is a board member of Babishai Niwe Poetry Foundation, and he has received a Pushcart Prize nomination. David is currently the poetry editor of Panorama: The Journal of Intelligent Travel, and is at work on his debut poetry book.
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