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Poem | Weasel

When the hound loosed her ragged clamor, / and the rifle its seed, surely his hubris / was forgivable as he let his pursuit / see him in his tawny glamor

Forget-Me-Not

There are some things we'd rather not remember: old wounds, moral lapses, humiliating failures. But there are also things we have a duty to never forget, like historical traumas and present injustices.