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Under the Overhang

of the front porch, forced iris and tender primula veris bloom in clay pots, leaves serene. Beyond, everything is buried in winter, an unwelcome guest settling in. Oh, the kindness of friends who leave keys under stone angels. Ground level and snow-lit, this suite is full of books and straw hats. I try on a shiny blue boot but its owner’s foot is dainty and I’m an outsized Alice.

When it’s time to go home I’ll have to walk

in the footprints of others, haltingly,

in unsuitable shoes, facing immutable spring.