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Poem | January

“Winter is here now, ice / and the hunger of the chickadees / pushed out by squirrels / at the feeder, how the world / is for them”
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Poem | C 54

To the dirt that no longer moves / you offer a mask the way a flower / over and over is readied for mornings
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Poem | Vic's Auto Glass,

A place of hurt and waiting, shards and splinters, / Auto glass repairs, / Vic, grumpy and grouchy, / tells customers to shut up in his Italian accent.
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The Roe Deer

"The shadows of the trees / and the frost-heaved stones / over long seasons / have shaped this grazing / question, with ears / that cup the hush."