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    In the middle of Gambier Ohio I laid down in a field stained blue in light

    And thought about boys and girls and everything I wished I’d done, all the Love

    I want. People will look anywhere for it and somehow I look in people.

    Sometime in there the night fell away and morning broke, sky sweaty

    And crackling with airplanes, and I walked Gabe to his shuttle, cried,

    Walked Eileen and Selam and Collin to their shuttle, cried, walked

    Joseph to his shuttle and walked to the market. There were Amish vendors

    In the main square, selling goods. Jam. I think it was warm, sweet jam.

    I walked right past it, but looked, searched for a face to break to.

    I watched the vendors glance up at the sky, their eyes touching everything.




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    About The Author

    Daniel Blokh (1)
    Daniel Blokh is an almost 17-year-old American writer of Russian-Jewish descent, living in Birmingham, Alabama. He is the author of the memoir In Migration (BAM! Publishing 2016), the micro-chapbook “The Wading Room” (Origami Poems Project 2016), and the chapbook “Grimmening” (Diode Editions). His work has been recognized by the Scholastic Art and Writing awards and the Foyle Young Poet awards, and has appeared in DIALOGIST, Permafrost, Blueshift, Cleaver, Gigantic Sequins, Forage Poetry, Avis, Thin Air, Cicada, and more.  He's bad at taking naps, which sucks, because he really needs a nap right now.