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The skyline, this early winter morning by Don Mihsill

Art by Saloni Sinha

Inspired by the soft reticence and insight Louise Glück weaves through her poems

This is the instant you

perceive frost on the grass,

winter arriving overnight

and through the muslin air

Kanchenjunga stands distant

proud and cold, its peak

peeking above the rising


It fills me with chilled breath

that my children may never see

these things we share our existence with

they get replaced and forgotten.

Where will they learn

to raise themselves, stand

taller after seismic collision?

Maybe if they never see beyond

the barricades of buildings

they cannot miss

what has not existed for them.


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