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Spring

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"Once I ran across. A long green field. Inevitably lost. The end to. That memory. Nothing left. Except. Increments. Sunlight. Images. faded, stuck. In place. That time. I couldn't recall. my sisters. names or birthdays. We cut blue and white. cakes in slivers. balanced. on small plates. Good. on spring to retunr. our memories back. to cycles and gods. Mine is. a bowlof porridge. stirring. My gods take. slower offerings. Smaller. returns. They always have. work to do. this way. One breaks into a song. chapels. voices into. light. Hands. Flesh and blood. I great. a woman, ask. a child. what she is running from. and if she believes. the promise. in every spring. returning. She smiles. "

Sharon Lin is a poet and essayist. Her work appears in The New York Review of Books, DIAGRAM, The Kenyon Review, Sine Theta, and elsewhere. She lives in London.

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