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Three Poems
by Shafer Hall

Bare As A Song

A child pulls shingles off a roof
and throws them into the street; the sound,

clap,

of the shingles colliding with the road
will awaken a woman.

And as she walks down the street,
she will fall in love with the sound
of her cough against the cold.

And in time, out there, in the liminal,
the object will revolt;
the subject will act upon itself;
the word will make a sound:

Cough!

Important Information About Your Man

cold trucks and curves,
the South risen for the
seconds counted that make
the body of Fall

whining evening, winding
through easy nouns
like “eats” and “thought”

to hide the smells she made
he removed his skin

Nannies Love Their Own Children, Too

the no-sound of pitch dripping from pine,
the end of sound

ends
met praise

a brittle siege - a turning of leaves

the no-sound of varnish hardening on pine, the
end of sound

and, at the end of the hitch,
the beginning of night