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108 | Armen Davoudian His face tanned almost to the faded tone of the adobe alcove, father’s father sits in his handsome sixties, chestnut gone now from his hair and looking like he’d rather not look where he’s looking. Set within the keyhole portico of…a church front, is it? the window’s periwinkle blue unlocks a summer morning sky outside the frame. Outside the frame, I mist the glass and clean away last summer’s promise to return the coming summer. I’m always going back on going back. The years rack up new names, new cousins and new headstones I can’t visit while undeclared wars smolder on slow burn. poetry Photograph Armen Davoudian ...