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Endless. I find this story.Beginning. To walk.Repeating. Repeating.The Memory. Of snow.Amsterdam. Rivers narrow.Hearts. Divide.Hands. Emboldened.Patronizing. Unpatriotic.Semblance. House held open.Forging. The ties…
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Sunlight and the small wind/
swallow the frost/
on rooftops and windshields
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This grey is going to kill me
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Tom wasn’t crying.
A few snowflakes, the first of the season, flittered down and landed on Elizabeth’s new headstone, christening it. Tom didn’t have his topcoat, and he never buttoned his suit. He tried not to shiver. Lynn lifted her face from Tom’s c
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It is dead, for a time.
Sometimes we are all dead for a time.
Our lives leave off, sleep under the weight of snow.
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Maybe it’s the cold that has me seeing double. My sister in Florida would probably laugh, “I told you so” as she sips her pumpkin latte in the barely-cold.
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I staggered away in the storm
tears frozen to my cheeks.
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"and I turned to you, at some joke we shared,
and saw winter ease its hand,"
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I don't think dogs like to die with the pack.
The smell of them rotting brings trouble in the wild,
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Another new spring and the leaves
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On seeing a photograph taken in Tennessee this morning of dawn unfolding over the sky like a fan of golden light and the land revealing itself below in a wide swath of infused green, I think how southern woods are different from northern. Everything in the South today is as…
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