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The Danger of a Warm Breeze in February
by Glenn Irwin
The breeze came up from out of the woods,
across the creek bed, beneath naked branches,
over earth already softening and caught him
on the hillside with his back to the sun, and there
took advantage of his emptiness
to move through him rather
than around him,
to separate the particles of him
cleanly, to slow their spins
until the spaces between them
whistled, until each particle
trembled, before dispersing him
over the hill —
brightly colored
pollen.
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