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    Richie Hofmann

    Summer 2020

    From one room to the next, the gods
    are becoming younger.

    One’s face is broken, but he still holds
    his flute and harp. For a week, I have wanted to be broken

    in your hands, offering nothing
    in return. The earliest pipes made of river reeds

    have disintegrated.
    I worry our hearts are growing cold.

    Richie Hofmann is the author of a collection of poems, Second Empire, and the recipient of a Ruth Lilly Poetry Fellowship. His poems have appeared recently in the New Yorker, Poetry, Ploughshares, and the Believer. A 2017–19 Wallace Stegner Fellow in Poetry, he is currently a Jones Lecturer at Stanford University. 

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