by Kate Hall

Even hindsight. Hindsight the factor behind the wind. Another word for beautiful: Hindsight. The train could only be as beautiful as we were. A linking of cargo containers, side-by-side, bumping against one another, this idea and the picture of the world. If trees were forms in frozen water, then water is responsible for holding trees in a landscape where they can stand upright. Impossible to say which were living and which were not. Therefore, Sudden prayer. Even that. Even without         we allow.

Kate Hall’s poems have recently appeared in journals such as Boston Review, Colorado Review, jubilat, Swerve, The Denver Quarterly and Open City. Her chapbook, Suspended, is forthcoming with greenboathouse books. She is co-editor of Delirium Press Chapbooks and is currently living in Paris.