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Ann Arbor Review

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Copyright (c) 2015 Francis Ferde
All rights revert back to each poet.
--editor / Southeastern Florida

AAR history note:  in print 1967 - 1980.  Irregular publications 1980 - 2004.  As ezine 2004 - present. Most of 48 years all together....


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The snow melted
          we bought pea shooters
and bags of peas. Green softened
in our mouths, loosening
skins before emerging
          in a muted joyful stream.
We had teams, but no rules.
          Soaked sneakers slapped cement
or slid over wet grass, fresh laughter.
          The peas never hurt. Or barely.
They lasted a day less than kites,
          which lasted two. Were we
innocent, were we kind?
          Do memories soften like peas
into sweet birdcalls of nostalgia?
          How does anyone win a war?
          Days later, lawns erupted, green
with sprouted bullets, into a miniature carnival
          where all rides were free
because snow had melted.



 Jim Daniels, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania



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