S.M. Kozubek

final exams-

wolves roam the dark woods
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spruce boughs
ice-bowed
his aching back
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On a creaking chair
and swinging lift,
the quiet light on white
in the graying dusk.
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What we’re doing
makes no sense.
I can’t even
read the scorecard
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The snow leopard settles

in stillness.
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On the steam-driven Potsdam,
my grandmother and three children
brave souls timidly entered the steerage
lugging in a trunk all they own,
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he answers her questions—
beads of perspiration
on his upper lip
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When I dwell upon death
casting aside all here and now,
and tremble at what may come
if grace and time disappear.
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When I leave,
gather my dust
and scatter it
on the sooty wings
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