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The Objects Persist

What is constant does not mean it never
changes. The road by your house remains
for now. Cars crisscrossing and so our atoms
go: wobbling with us as we move
through such uncertainty. Vastness
in the pinhole eye of a pigeon
and the crumbs they eat. Worms
growing underneath, exploring
the dark matter upon which
we are ourselves.

—
James Croal Jackson is a Filipino-American poet working in film production. His latest chapbook is A God You Believed In (Pinhole Poetry, 2023). Recent poems are in ITERANT, Skipjack Review, and The Indianapolis Review. He edits The Mantle Poetry from Nashville, Tennessee.

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