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Thaws

A POEM

By Susan Bergman | March 1986

Around our March balcony tonight
Fog closes its slight hand — illusive blue —
As though the small boats storeys below us

Have hauled even the river out of view.
A warm damp melts into the shawl we share,
While buds naive enough to be induced
Alter their lives with opening. Some­where
Great buttons of ice from the river’s win­ter
Cloak, which loosened and were lost, ap­pear

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