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May 16, 2025  

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iii. father: son rise

at six thirty this morning as the March sun rose

over brittle ice on the frozen New Hampshire lake
the boy was sitting on the cracked granite slab
a foot from the shore with his tiny hands in the
pool of water where he'd tap-cracked the glassy ice
to reveal a sunfish.

I watched in silence
as his face washed with anguish
at the tiny corpse of a field mouse frozen
in the snow beside him.

He didn't see the deer forty feet away
looking at him curiously
as he sighed.
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