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Ariane Parry
garden
It’s summer in October
so we sat out on the balcony steeled on pelvic bones
and I was full of ice, heard spring
As if it’s premature
even for my birthday,
lush and warm as a parasol
the March inside,
under my stomach
is full of struggling buds
Hard as used gum
beads of moss
Trees long
and impatient
Ariane Parry's poems have been in Lighthouse, Girls Get Busy Zine and the blog Poetry Promptly.
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