Conspirators

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Conspirators

She accuses you
of starting a conspiracy,
lawyer that she is.
She didn’t know
that when you asked her to pray
you would go on to ask more to pray.
You stand accused of conspiracy,
for without their hearing of it,
you prayed that all their prayers be one.
Charity operates from the inner room.
The left hand never knows what the right does–
the receiver never sees the giver who counts no cost

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D. V. Andrews received his M.F.A. in Creative Writing from Saint Mary's College of California and his B.A. in English Literature from Washington University in St. Louis. He has studied under such notable poets as Michael Palmer, Carl Phillips, Mary Jo Bang, Brenda Hillman, Graham Foust, and Christopher Sindt. His poetry represents writing from the Western tradition with the more recent influences from Randall Jarrell, Robert Lowell, and Frank Bidart. He currently may be found wherever the wind wills he go, you hear the sound, you do not know whence it comes or whither it goes.

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