Sharing Poetry: Kim Addonizio, "New Year's Day" →

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The rain this morning falls
on the last of the snow

and will wash it away. I can smell
the grass again, and the torn leaves

being eased down into the mud.
The few loves I’ve been allowed

to keep are still sleeping
on the West Coast. Here in Virginia

I walk across the fields with only
a…

“wonder how their lives

have carried them
this far without ever once

explaining anything.”

(Source: poetryfoundation.org)