Pinwheel

by Arthur Sze

I especially liked how the past and present were brought together so visually in your poem. Line such as, "I do not expunge the past," and later, "I pin there to here," as well as the language used when the past memory makes the present moment vanish, "reverberating hail on the roof suddenly stops."


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