Issue 5, April 2010
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Kate Johnson
Sometimes there is a need
to walk around in brutal shoes,
bedecked in a simple wardrobe
of snow. Oh, I know, you'd tell me: go
out where the irises grew—see
what is not there
will be there again. Isn't that
what you would have said
with your living mouth?
Not just now, please. I need to study
the blue places where the soul of clear water
is caught in ice. There will be time
for its unlatching
into the wind, later.
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