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a shred of light left to hold
-but inadequate; I fear for this anchor
waves reflect gold, bronze,
or ash floating like soot
where her hopes burned, capsized, sank
frozen iron ore freighter
begins to buoy free of ice
buckled open
listing to the right
falling in love again
underneath the old-growth oak
just breaking into spring's green
overcast sky
the potholes gather
cherry blossoms
scent of earth on gentle breezes
where Lakeview's carved stone reposes
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