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1. Luisa Igloria
   14 years ago Permalink

   Up and down the street, the neighbors
   are clearing away the snow and ice.

   Late risers, from upstairs windows we
   admired the powdered roofs and sidewalks,

   the rows of gentle hills atop
   parked cars. Now we pick up

   the shovel and go outside. The trees
   still wear their pelts of white,

   but today the world begins
   to smudge and color at the corners.

   Two ravens veer low over the trees,
   pursued by a pair of crows.

   Between gusts of wind,
   the burble of a Carolina wren.

   ~ Luisa A. Igloria
   12 27 2010

2. “Up and down the street, the neighbors…”
   14 years ago Permalink