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THE WATERFALL

THE WATERFALL

KATE KOBOSKO

March dawned roaring before it went belly-up, docile on its way out. And when you started to trust the halcyon spring I sang out bold with my cloying story of breaking dirt. My clover head a red sky warning in the bluegrass. In this bed I am the noxious visitor glistening with dew, broadleafs grinning green. Are you primed for the long drawn fight? My thick stem and lateral roots against your gloved hand pulling.

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KATE KOBOSKO earned her MFA in Poetry from Emerson College and has an undergraduate degree from Eckerd College. Her poetry has been published in Autofocus, Oakland Review, Reunion: The Dallas Review, and others. Originally from Maryland, she now lives in Charleston, South Carolina, where she teaches elementary school.

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