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So much I’ve forgotten: the grass, the birds,the close insects the shoot—the drip—the spray of the sprinkler, freckles—strawberries— the heat of the Sun, the impossible humidity
the flush of your face, so much, the high noon, the high grass
the patio ice cubes, the barbeque, the buzz of them—
the insects,the weeds—the dear weeds—that grow
like alien life forms—all Dr. Suessy and odd—
here we go again¬—we are turning around
again—this will all happen over again—and again—it will—

“Long Winter” by Timothy J. Nolan. Reprinted with permission of the author.