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"Nearby" by Kenneth Pobo


As I take in our garbage cans, a car blares “Within You, Without You” by The Beatles. George sings that love could save the world. For a week now

an escaped murderer remains 7 miles from our house. Grainy pictures show him walking under a sliver moon.

My neighbor Lee says that everyone has a guardian angel. Him too?

Sometimes love is in the smoky air from forest files floating into our lungs. When love finds the killer, do they talk? The killer walks on, looking

for water and an open door.





Kenneth Pobo (he/him) is the author of twenty-one chapbooks and nine full-length collections. Recent books include Bend of Quiet (Blue Light Press), Loplop in a Red City (Circling Rivers), and Lilac And Sawdust (Meadowlark Press) and Gold Bracelet in a Cave: Aunt Stokesia (Ethel Press). His work has appeared in North Dakota Quarterly, Asheville Literary Review, Nimrod, Mudfish, Hawaii Review, and elsewhere.

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