Merry-Go-Round
by Edie Abrams
dry air quenched missteps
we went our separate ways
roads circled round us, exits
popped; we chose discretely
from each other, together
in our singularities
freeze reigned for three days
no-one paid emotional debts
an anteater nudged blankets
to check for tussles, unpressed
through dry air between
drizzling diamonds
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Edie Abrams retired from the NYS Assembly 100 years ago, and has been writing poetry since she developed the typical mother-daughter relationship during her teenage years, a million years ago.
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