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  • The American Poetry Review

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    May 01, 2020 2 minutes
    JILL BIALOSKY

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    Pollen is everywhere.Blossoms are at the very edgeof becoming & there is no more winter(global warming is destroying our idea of what we’ve come to know),except for the winters of our memory, winters where the girlin the blue snowsuit (a sister) tasted snow for the first time.There is no more winter except for the wintersof our memory. Winters where we mourned,trapped in the mind’s circling inferno & could not get out,the winter where the boy surpassed the age in which his mother’s sister,forever young, departed.

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