Talk about an artist’s light
in Paris or Italy –
beautiful, yes, but
here a winter cold sky sharply
etches every edge: each
bare black branch
Clear under a crisp cold
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Fragments is written by Mary Turck, who lives and writes in St. Paul, Minnesota.
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