PROSE POETRY

JON J. HOFFMAN
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TILL THE SPIRIT IS POURED ON US FROM HIGH

​How long the dog days have been reaching into October on whippet legs, chasing the rabbits of autumnal sun and carrying in their gnashing jaws the short last winds of summer. The plants have been brought inside to winter the upcoming season as the nights begin to dip themselves in northern wind and torment through poorly sealed windows, moving into the apartment like cool air seeps from the mountains to the valleys below. The only things that may come to pass this year are the seasons, and that would be ok. In rushing fields and sounding caverns there will be the marks of everything held dear—it matters not the presence, but the memory.

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Jon J. Hoffman is a landscape writer and an evolutionary biologist Ph.D. candidate at the American Museum of Natural History. His poems have appeared in Specific Northwest Quarterly Zines, has had work appear in the Black Range Naturalist, and manages a publication entitled Evolution, Ecology, and the Landscape (https://jomhoff.substack.com/). Although a Michigander at heart, he currently lives in Brooklyn with his dog, cat, and partner. www.jon-hoffman.com