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  • Chelsea J. Fox
    • May 4, 2022
    • 1 min read

cutting lemons

window from the kitchen—dust laden—contemplates

a garden with blooming snowdrops, waking spring

heavy pebbles, paper wasp, upstream the river invites

window from the kitchen—dust laden—contemplates

a scarlet robin resting among the empty milk-crates

lemon residue reminds me of my paper-cut thumb, softly sting

window from the kitchen—dust laden—contemplates

a garden with blooming snowdrops, waking spring

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