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It is getting late in the world
and the moon and the frozen lake are sparkling
at each other like our ill-lit bodies used to
The black ravens stand dark and motionless inside
the leafless space
I am here and everywhere
I am here where are you I am here
Morning is getting closer and I’m waiting here
surrounded by your absence
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Peycho Kanev is the author of six poetry collections and three chapbooks published in the USA and Europe. His poems have appeared in many literary magazines, such as Rattle, Poetry Quarterly, Evergreen Review, Front Porch Review, Hawaii Review, Barrow Street, Sheepshead Review, Off the Coast, The Adirondack Review, Sierra Nevada Review, The Cleveland Review and many others. His new chapbook, Under Half-Empty Heaven, was published in 2018 by Grey Book Press.
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