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  • Sarah Van Arsdale

April 9, 2022

Updated: Apr 11, 2022

Prompt: write a nonet, in which the first line has nine syllables, the next eight, decreasing by one syllable each line.

The sky, cloud-knotted, suddenly blued,

then specks of rain, then clear again.

Light skimming the boxwood hedge

painting shadows sap green.

It’s here again, spring,

songbirds back to

break my heart.



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