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| THE LIGHT LOAD
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I used to carry him as an infant
wrapped in blankets
between the bare pear trees,
between the branches
like old fingers ready to snatch us
out of the moonlight,
sky and night forged
into a sharp January blade
that cut through our coats.
The grape w
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from Forever the Last Time
Wolsak & Wynn
2004
Copyright © Jim Slominski
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