by Joshua Mehigan
It was her first time coming home from college.
She headed downtown for a drink or two.
Now, under sapling pine trees in the clearing,
snowdrops are coming back to their old places.
They had been gone a lifetime. Now they stand,
poised like a choir on the verge of singing:
Nature is just. There's nothing left to fear.
The worst thing that can happen happened here.
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