snow walk
stepping in the footprints
of those who came before
—Allyson Whipple
flowering garden
even the hummingbird finds
a moment of stillness
—Allyson Whipple
your argyle sweater
the cigarette smoke
I can’t wash out
—Allyson Whipple
foggy morning
the hidden contours
of the shore
—Allyson Whipple
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