Questions about
the history of ice hover
in the coffee
bar air. Little plastic
green army
men are strewn
across a mezzanine
floor. The child
whom they belong to
hums in a corner.
All I can think is
someone will slip
and fall on ice
or war.
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Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash 
that is really really great Amy,
love the way you related those two episodes, and all in such a quiet manner that it is almost (or not almost) disturbing.
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Thank you so much.
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