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Blog do escritor Luís Soares

Laura Kasischke - March

It’s the murderer who got away with it, sitting
on a park bench, thinking about snow

and how it’s over. Little flower-faces peeking
out of dirt to shriek Hello!

While mothers wheel babies by, absurdly
bright. Businessmen in amber. And the light

on steeples served up in cones of white. But —
something here is also not quite right. Old

lady in a little girl’s bonnet. Ugly dog with
a child’s smile. Always, it seems, in

spring you’ll find someone with regrets
she’s allowed herself to forget:

Eye at the keyhole. Milk in the saucepan, and
that strange kiss that went on and on and on.



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