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Annie Alvarez Poem
Sometimes in the late hour,
When mist comes out to greet pavement
We find that we are not
The grand statues we thought we were,
That today will wash away like rain in sewer trails
And that we are still not enough.
Copyright © Annie Alvarez | Year Posted 2006
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Annie Alvarez Poem
SIlence fell over Montana
Stretched outward, blew through trees,
Clouded out the sky,
Made its home on her hills,
Suffocated the light,
Immersed itself in rivers
Sucking everything dry.
Epidemic in air,
That she could no longer sustain.
Sunlight was refracted
Tangent arc of ice crystals
He was.
He took off his hunting gear,
Made himself anonymous.
Deficient and incomplete,
It was unavoidable,
that he would leave,
Montana in silence...
Copyright © Annie Alvarez | Year Posted 2006
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