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A Capella Earth
by Karla Linn Merrifield

There was a thaw.
There was an avalanche.
There was widespread melting.

My mother was the slow tick
of icicles in false spring,
carved sturdy, carved nervous.

Each glacial degree warmer,
each hour she was hollow call
and echo to me in slow global drippings

of collapse.


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