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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Arvilla Fee


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Breakthrough

Beneath a slab-gray sky,
lashes wet with icy mist,
I curse the winter claws
still latched on to spring.
It's the linger season—
a bad ex you just can't shake.
I've almost resigned myself
to a six-month prison stint
when I see a daffodil, stiff
and resolute, a canary
in the snow.