Finally the stop of her voice furrowed
deeply with one last breath under
her arm crooked as a branch, smooth
bark zinc-dusted, or as the uncoiled tail
of a lindworm, thawed, slid clear of snow.
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PoetryCan you disabuse glass of its transparency? Poems by Lin Tarczynski, dedicated to the memory of Melva Jo Lewis of Lompoc, California.
