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Ode to Emma and Elegy for Youth

  • Amber Tart
  • May 1, 2018
  • 1 min read

My youth? I hear it mostly

In the bells of her springtime giggles

I smell it mostly

In the sun-soaked sky and

Stepped-on skunkweed

I taste it mostly

In the summertime dust mote

Air

I feel it mostly

In the time-ravaged skin

Of tire-swing trees

I see it mostly

In the luminous aqua

Windows

Of my sister’s first

Creation

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