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March
unknown

March brought the last snow
 1
of the season.  Each flake fell
 2
like a scab of dry skin
 3
covering the fields in a thin
 4
epidermis.  We ran
 5
outside holding  hands
 6
and turning our faces
 7
to the sky.
 8
 
 
We didn't speak, and I found I trusted
 9
our silence more than the doctor's
 10
diagnosis. Hours were spent staring
 11
at the one sheet prognosis carefully
 12
taped to the refrigerator.
 13
 
 
We were hoping for a translation
 14
from death to English. A word
 15
we could wrap around a cure.
 16

20 Feb 07

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Very moving.  I hope things have improved.  I find a core of honesty in this work.  Lookig forward to reading more of your poems
 — jbberg

"We" in L5 & 9 is redundant when read aloud.

This is fantastic - so honest.  
 — WordsAndMe

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