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EPIB Trail
Poems for The Trail
Volume 12, Issue 3
By Anna Forsman
Memories may be unclear, But something about Summer sunsets Makes Winter impossible to unscramble. Bleached skies rise in riddles, And leave us weary, While images of germination Inform our conceptions of Spring. We can grow in Winter, too, Observing new patterns, Confessing to old habits, To share shadows And bear hollows -
I climb Lunar Mountains in my mind And do everything for the last time Because nothing is the same as it repeats. I can hike for days and live endless Summers but never can I return to A sliver of time. I will relisten to my favorite songs And revisit our favorite spots but Time knows not Of our affinities.
