wont you remember me this way: bright and strange against everything else… like blood on snow…

The Poetry of Sarah Jean Simmons-Meyer

we placed the coins in the cracked hand of the tall farmer

his wife in plaid glowing round and ruddy beside him

and we sang to ourselves

different tunes

marching proudly home with our christmas pears

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