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  Spring Separates
by Leigh Holland

The February smell still clings to us,
We are a wintered pair, a two-piece suit
Pressed close to bolster heat and comfort. This
Arrangement does not change itself to fit
The summers; seventeen of those have made
Us meld —we shun the force of fire or ice
When separation is their goal —instead
Of letting our shared self divide, we fuse.
Two bodies with one face explore
A landscape colored monochrome,
And uniformity is our reward
For over-occupying Eden. Time
Left us alone, but when we turned around
It brought a girl who wore a suit like ours,
And whether she’s a gift or curse or friend
Is not apparent yet. Still, she ignores
Our sameness, uses separate names and sees
Evolving men instead of boys. We are
Aware this April-girl could mean that we
Have finally found a thing we cannot share.

 

 

 

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Leigh Holland is from Moulton, Alabama and is a senior English major at Troy
Univeristy.