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Pact<\/strong><\/p>\n The lawn\u2019s carpeted with yellow leaves. In the sky I hear a distant plane. Closer by, I hold this closeness fast, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Susan Castillo Street<\/strong> is Harriet Beecher Stowe Professor Emerita, King\u2019s College London.\u00a0 She has published three collections of poems, The<\/em>\u00a0Candlewoman’s Trade<\/em> (Diehard Press, 2003), Abiding Chemistry<\/em>,\u00a0 (Aldrich Press, 2015), The Gun-Runner\u2019s Daughter<\/em>, (Aldrich, 2018) and a pamphlet, Constellations<\/em> (Three Drops Press, 2016). \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Her poem \u2018Bird of God\u2019 won first place in the 2018 Pre-Raphaelite Society Poetry Competition. Blog: www.thesalamanderandtheraven<\/a>.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Pact The lawn\u2019s carpeted with yellow leaves. Gardeners on a mission, we rake them into doubloon mounds. The air is sharp and clear. In the sky I hear a distant plane. Closer by, the sounds of children\u2019s voices. Our eyes meet. No need for words. I hold this closeness fast, know that […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-19427","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19427","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=19427"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19427\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19581,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19427\/revisions\/19581"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19427"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19427"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19427"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nGardeners on a mission, we rake them
\ninto doubloon mounds. The air is sharp and clear.<\/p>\n
\nthe sounds of children\u2019s voices.
\nOur eyes meet. No need for words.<\/p>\n
\nknow that winter\u2019s on its way.
\nI\u2019d sell my soul to make this moment last.<\/p>\n