Saturday Poem / Spring Light in Pittsburgh

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She feels

a heaviness

on her chest

burdensome as

the memory

of bulky woolens

forced on her

by Mother

even as the sun

melted crystalline

snowy days

into seepage

down the Slopes

so long ago;

curious how

pale spring

light in afternoon

bears back

that weight,

that gloom,

unchanged.

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Judith R. Robinson is an editor, teacher, fiction writer and poet living in Shadyside. She has authored a number of poetry collections, most recently "The Blue Heart" (Finishing Line Press), and "Orange Fire" (Main Street Rag Publishing). She teaches poetry for Osher Lifelong Learning Institute at Carnegie Mellon University.


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