Snowfall in March: I sit in the white glow reading a thesis About you. Your poems, your life. The author's my student, He even quotes me. Forty years since we joked in a kitchen in Portland Twenty since you disappeared. All those years and their moments— Crackling bacon, slamming car doors, Poems tried out on friends, Will be one more archive, One more shaky text. But life continues in the kitchen Where we still laugh and cook, Watching snow. Anonymous submission.
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