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Valerie Morrill Winter Madness Sad plates of ice
shift on the shores
of finally melting rivers.
Thick snow blankets
melt in one afternoon
carving a muddy obstacle course.
Fast drops
off leafless branches
shock my chapped lips.
Pools of ice water
between walls of dirt brown slush
sink into my thin socks.
For weeks I wished
the infinite winter
would end
but not like this.
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[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2012 EDITION]
Copyright © 2002-2010 Student Publishing Program (SPP). Poetry and prose © 2002-2010 by individual authors. Reprinted with permission.
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