The Orphic Snow

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What does the song hope for, dear Orpheus? Has anyone called you “dear” since she slipped away? Its snowing in Syracuse, the birds are quiet, and absent minded neighbors drink their tea.

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Author: stevekuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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