Megan Buff


  • Megan Buff

    the first gasp of spring by Megan Buff

    I.
    last fall the leaves froze
    hanging brown on the branches
    rustle in spring breeze

    II.
    this morning, cold air
    seeped through closed windows and doors
    now i take off coat

    III.
    my …

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  • Megan Buff

    puddle-jumping by Megan Buff

    when i was a girl
    my mother made me
    wear boots in the rain
    pink ones
    i insisted that if
    i wore boots i didn’t
    have to carry an umbrella

    along the sidewalk
    i pretended train-tracks
    fo…

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