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Barbara Crooker Resistance Poem #7 For Marjorie Stelmach Despite being crushed by a late spring storm, foot and a half of snow, ice, and lies, the crocuses are blooming their little orange hearts out, and there, in the perennial bed, even though their stems were bent parallel to the ground, daffodils, voices of the Resistance, open their yellow mouths, rising up out of the duff and detritus: Winter will not win. The earth abides. |