AirbrushAuthor(s): James GalvinSource: The Iowa Review, Vol. 10, No. 2 (Spring, 1979), p. 81Published by: University of IowaStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20155409 .

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Airbrush James Galvin

The sky was an occasion I would never rise to. I had my doubts.

Frost fell back into morning shadows of things. Gate posts and evergreens had two shadows then, One white and twice as cold

With half the heart and half again Smaller.

Better than expected was good enough. A man could say mercy and mean it.

There were daughters In whom fathers would be well pleased, sons

Not able to breed, mothers among the living.

Fields blew away and blew back in, painless.

Everybody died since everybody does, still

I have my doubts

And they have shadows, double.

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