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Sunday, May 5, 2019

3.27.2019
1.21 p.m.
44 degrees

by John Stanizzi

Patent leaf rises to the surface and gets trapped in the ice,
outstretched and winter-marred like my words,
novel as amber but quicker to vanish, and the
dazzling brightness of birdsong sparkles on every branch.




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