Postscript

M A Y 1 9 9 6

by Debra Pennington

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As if hung by its hasp and dropped,
my mother's old letter chest lay
smashed, my father's ardent hand strewn
through neighbors' yards; for years I've grasped
after those bits of flapping snow.