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ACROSS CAMPUS
Tree branches
juxtapose
as I walk.
By the curb,
a rind of snow
seeps into a puddle.
Red brick
defines
the bright side
of a birch.
With a bucket
on his arm,
the janitor pads by
like an old auntie,
smiles with his gums,
mumbles hello.
Karen Knecht
l/ ;' ,
/
/
i
I,
Teresa Norman
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