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The Gertrude Munzenmaier Prize
Ruth Ilg
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My hands,
stained with the green
of dandelion,
plunge into
the dark soil
again and again...
blindly searching,
seeking the heart-shaped
bulb which,
hope-filled last fall,
we transplanted
from your garden
into mine.
Giddy with joy
and promise,
we sprinkled
the earth with
champagne,
angel-wing-shells,
locks of hair,
and we buried
a red ribbon
marking
the depth.
Holding each other,
we named her
"Forever"
and we were sure.
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