Today's poem is by Derek Graf

Personal Effects
       

Trees chandeliered with snow. An eruption of rain.

We listened to the windstorm on her gramophone,

unstitching our first wounds. It is the city inside the city

we fear most. She describes her life as one long soon.

This is how you cremate a year: the sky feasts on itself,

the sum abandons the parts. Fake snow clings

to a child's forehead. She waves goodbye. It's a start.

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