All that will be
is already
in this place. Now.
Here. What you might
hope for, you have
in this moment.
There is no there
there, only this.
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Tom Montag is most recently the author of In This Place: Selected Poems 1982-2013 and This Wrecked World. He is a contributing editor at Verse-Virtual. He has been the featured poet at Atticus Review (April, 2015), Contemporary American Voices (August, 2015), and Basil O’Flaherty Review (July, 2016), and has received Pushcart Prize nominations from Provo Canyon Review and Blue Heron Review. Other poems will be found at Hamilton Stone Review, The Homestead Review, Little Patuxent Review, Mud Season Review, Poetry Quarterly, Third Wednesday, and elsewhere. Read more here: http://www.middlewesterner.com
Photo credit: Terri Malone
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