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Dry December




Winter, this year,

like the dream

in which I must

call someone

but I cannot

remember who

it is, only

how important

that I call.


When I wake,

I walk to the phone,

but waking

brings me no

closer to remembering.


Off the porch,

the pansies

wear plum

and gold—

there is summer

in their softness.


I stare at them.

Who is it

I am supposed

to call? And

what has happened

to winter?


The sky

turns a bluer

shade of blue.

The pansies

nod. Whatever

they know,

they’re not telling.









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