Edgar Kunz

Winter 2017

Alone now in Oakland. Thin cloud rusting
over Temescal, garlic simmering

in the pan, lavender potted and long dead
in the breezeway. I start the water,

carry the milk crates in from the garage.
You with your mother in Los Angeles.

The lanterns we scavenged and hung
at the ceremony now a soft racket

in the magnolia. Me turning an old

Edgar Kunz is a Wallace Stegner Fellow at Stanford University. His poems appear in AGNI, Narrative, New England Review, Gulf Coast, and other places.

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