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Soon After
Debbie K. Trantow

We cannot help these beings, or accidents,
Or angels that drift through our sleep.
Might be kissing some despised stranger,
Or loved one up from the dead
Saying that their dying was just a dream.
Then sunlight splits our eyelids
And the tears resume.

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Debbie K. Trantow holds an MFA in Creative and Professional Writing from the University of Minnesota, where she won the 2001 Gesell Summer Writing Fellowship. Her chapbook Hearing Turtle’s Words was published by Spoon River Poetry Press. In addition, she has been published in Gertrude, The North Coast Review, The Wisconsin Review, Gyroscope, Poem, and other literary magazines and journals.

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