by Zoe Pollock
"Together" by Charles Wright:
I wish I had the capacity
to see through my own death.
Some flash light, some force of flame
Picking out diamond points
of falling leaves and the river of stars.
This is the year I'm scraping the ice away from its sidewalks.
This is the year I've slid its shoes off.
This is the year I've started to keep it company,
and comb its hair.
(Photo: Children play in the snow on January 27, 2011 in the Brooklyn borough of New York.Photo by Spencer Platt/Getty Images.)
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