| 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 |