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‘Evensong’ and other poems by Cherry Smyth

Evensong   The way evening comes in (or on or down) brings the word closer than it’s ever been: the blue levelling deeper, evening to a fade that seems to make the colour brighter, the best possible way to age. I keep watching its beauty as if I could learn it, shaking a month’s dust from a carpet out of the top window, my face paused in the cold air, joining indigo, the lidless city, invulnerable, the universe heard.   Where it Led You (for John Maggio)   You say the wind in the trees brought it. Your grandmother’s house nested by woods, a cabin more like, with an outside toilet and the smell of fallen apples masking it. It isn’t the rotting, sweet thickness but where it leads you: into the woods, where small creeping shadows called to city boys who could play lost, jungle commandoes.   You followed your brother into a clearing. There lay something you knew but didn’t, something that should move but couldn’t – a heap of smattered fur, even …