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Ann Arbor Review

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AAR history note:  in print 1967 - 1980.  Irregular publications 1980 - 2004.  As ezine 2004 - present. Most of 54 years all together....


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Silver Grey Fox
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Storms have beaten channels
into the gravel of the road.

March’s days are passing
like rain-blurred soldiers on a gray bus.

Perhaps it’s a dream half remembered?
Or a world that’s lost its green—

a world that once lived within my grasp.
Perhaps I’m still holding it,

trying to recall why I needed it,
and which door I’d wanted to open into it.

And why—oh, why—did I imagine
it might make it through?

My only excuse: an ache for green
this late in the bone-cold fog.

Now I stumble down the road
searching for the way out,

anywhere, beyond this dream of gray faces
soldiering into the world without me.



 Listen, When I Sing

When I die, I want to come back as a goldfinch
And sing in the catalpa tree
And you will look up through the branches
And tilt your head, to better hear what I have to say



Shutta Crum, Ann Arbor, Michigan



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