Pillar of Salt

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Pillar of Salt
Don’t look back.
There won’t be anything
in what you’re leaving behind
good for you to look upon.
Let the plow turn over the soil
one turn on this side of the plow
is the only furrow in which
the mustard seed will be planted.
The tree of mustard sheltering
the birds of the air drops its seed
into the wind and wherever it lands
its salt in the earth lets only mustard grow.
The salt in the wound stings
and causes a strong push
of exhaling expiring breath
as the sterile wound clotarizes

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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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