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From the April 1994 Print Edition

One day without warning Spring arrives, As predictable and unexpected as a death. Birdsong and the smack of dripping water, car tires Spitting on wet pavement sound strange and loud In the soft air. I am as empty as the trees and snowless land, Stripped of winter’s enfolding wrap. Now robins tug . . . . Continue Reading »