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A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Founder & General Editor
Volume 6, Number 3, September 2012

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Michael McClintock
Clovis, California, USA


Requiem, Simple Version

Who could know another winter was not to be, that ash would bury her bones on the hill? And later, that same stolen year, the snow that came would bury once more everything we loved.

My sister
still at the center
of the universe
her grave remains
the smallest of all.

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