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Ash Wednesday, 1982i.Schoolchildren walk through a tunnel to church. Large exposed pipes. Walls oxblood red. They lure her. Into the music room. An audience of empty folding chairs, they take their turns. One watches the door. (Anxious, almost relieved.) The piano's silent legs. ii. Afterschool. In the parking lot, two eighth graders kiss, perspire in winter jackets. Ashes mark their foreheads. Sky: a perpetual gray. Snow losing its virtue, the pressing of wheels. |
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Issue #24, December, 2001 :
Santa Fe Poetry Broadside.