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Apr/May 2019 Poetry Special Feature |
Excerpted imagery from photography by Kris Saknussemm
I Don't Remember
snow piles up against the door
gathers on the window panes
blocking my view, I don't remember
it snowing like this when I was a child
I don't remember this blinding whiteness
the well familiar turned otherworldly
I try to dissolve the snow with my mind
straining to recall yesterday
a bed of snow replaces the frozen ground
and my truck sits on the unnamable street
a lonely white hill, the black tires
glistening wet in the gutter
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