Such pleasant office have we long pursued
Incumbent o’er the surface of past time
--W. Wordsworth, The Prelude, Book IV
because for each piece of snow
that fell against
on a day
when I was 11
a moment now like old crystal
the light hits
through the afternoon window
they were married in 1905
mittens on string threaded
through the arms of a
coat
limbs
impervious to everything
winter
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