Terza Rima for a Sudden Change in Seasons
Issue #68
Winter 1995-96
Probably God laughs at us, down here, entranced As, to quiet us, He tosses down another season, And we ooh and ah—like infants silenced By the jangling of keys above a playpen— At the all-effacing green or white or gold,...
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