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03.13.11
Within every room
of the house a different hour
shows on every clock.
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03.14.11
After a brief storm,
we circle the pond three times,
watch turtles bobbing.
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03.15.11
Silence can weigh down
the tongue with a loss for words.
Spring still shifts forward.
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03.16.11
Against midday heat,
and the sun lifting slowly,
I swing shut the blinds.
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03.17.11
In the dark kitchen
an empty glass rests. Silent.
Filling up with air.