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This entry is part 36 of 86 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Autumn 2011

As if the world had traced an outline
around itself, in order to remember—

Hoarfrost on every blade of grass,
stippling every twig and leaf—

Distant call of creatures winging
south, lines that veer into the wind—

Luisa A. Igloria
10 31 2011

In response to an entry from The Morning Porch.

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About Luisa A. Igloria

Poet Luisa A. Igloria (website) is the author of Juan Luna’s Revolver (2009 Ernest Sandeen Prize, University of Notre Dame Press), Trill & Mordent (WordTech Editions, 2005) and 8 other books. When she isn’t writing, reading, or teaching, she cooks with her family, hand-binds books, listens to tango music, and keeps her radar tuned for cool lizard sightings.
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