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https://doi.org/10.5070/S528154988Abstract
The poem is about a snow drop hitting my window while driving under a bridge. The shape made me remember older boys with daisy bb guns shooting at parked trains near what is now the Highline. Then a kid with a snowball slams my windshield while I was deep in memory. I jumped back quickly into a sound reality.
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