February
My city draws a frozen river deep into its heart
Death, a gold dog with three legs
walks with me
under the bright awnings
in the market
white almonds pour through my hands:
soul, a sieve of fingers
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A Harvard sophomore writes a new original poem every day and posts it. The goal: reach the end of the sophomore academic year. ("Day" = period between when I wake up and when I go to sleep, capisce? The college definition.)
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