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Not a rink but ashed-over ice

Rain on a windshield, a green light

Apartments made of dirt, neon

hangers outlined in the cleaner's window

I think proximity is the abyss

between God and us because

every fabric of my body is trying

to know why saying

I love you

in a time of extremity is a necessity

from On the Ground

Fanny Howe

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